The weakest and most incapable of warming people's light is that faint match light. The moment of rubbing the flesh and cracking the skin can the light shine for a short time, not to mention whether it can warm to a hand, the hot fingertips will make people throw away matches at the last moment intolerably. The pine nuts rush to every shimmer like a moth to a flame. Love like a match can ignite her hungry soul. But even this kind of burning for a bit of love and pity has no chance. It is ironic to say that I was born for love, but I cannot get love in my life. Even if someone ruined the rest of her life for loving her, she was still abandoned by love for a lifetime. Every time love is not what we call heaven and earth torn apart. It's easy to come by, the humble love that finds five cents on the roadside. Love eagerly, love greedily, love that does not discern the source. As long as someone wants, she accepts it all. Her hobby is more than a puddle of water. What kind of container to catch, she obeys with a complete attitude, safely close to every inch of skin. But she still wasn't caught by a container. She is always abused by every man and abandoned like a torn shoe. I hate men who beat women the most. If they are beaten, they would rather beat them apart. Nor can they accept quarrels. If two people live in the quarrel, it is better to live their own peace. But this is just my personal thoughts. The common thoughts of people in my circle. This kind of thinking sometimes becomes an inference to the thinking of all women, the fact is, this is only a one-sided understanding. When friends got together a few days ago, when they talked about a friend, everyone said and shook their heads, feeling unbelievable. The friend knew that the man was only with her for money, and knew that the man was just playing with her. She is paranoid and has no regrets and insists on staying with him. Knowing that everyone looked down on him, and even ended up secretly staying with him by deceiving his friends that he had broken up. As I was talking, I suddenly interrupted and said, because of the pine nuts, I feel a little bit aware of this friend. Matsuko once persuaded her friends to say hoarsely, "I just don't want to be alone." Maybe this is the reason. We are all people with strong hearts, and we are all people who can live on their own. But some people are not, and some people are inherently afraid of being alone. They cannot eat alone, sleep alone, or go out alone. As long as you are at home, you must find some sound, like a lonely abyss that cannot be filled. I want to discuss this movie with Shui. He said he loves pine nuts. As for why he loves it, he doesn't remember. I am surprised he would say he loves pine nuts. But at least it’s okay for someone outside the play to love her. I can understand Matsuko, but I can’t accept her life like that. My education regulates my moral values, I fixed my thoughts; the people I interacted with fixed the nature. I can't see anyone outside of my circle. I firmly believe that women should be like us. I want me to live as blindfolded as a pine nut, to quench my thirst for a bit of love, and to live without shame in order to maintain the humble love. I must have died thousands of times. My self-esteem will never allow me to live without dignity like this. Perhaps because of this, a simple pine nut without so many ideas can recover from the deepest blow with a smile again and again, and once again accept the test of an unfortunate life. The "Seagull Canteen" that I watched at the same time is a complete portrayal of our social life. Tranquility, naturalness, no violence, pornography, only inner peace. Only through the life of pine nuts can I jump outside the well of my life and experience a different kind of life. So whose spirit is stronger? Who has stronger vitality? Maybe it's like someone guarding a fire and then telling the little match girl, how can a match keep warm, it takes a pile of firewood; it's like a rich person telling the poor that they can eat meat if they can't afford to eat. In fact, everyone is born with a mental disability, but the disability is different. Some people are extremely poor and weak. We can't tell them. Even if betrayed by a faint love like the light of a match, it is a kind of life.
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