My heart is not used to happiness, Reivew on Camille

Even if there is no color, you can still understand the sadness and joy in the eyebrows and the contours of the face. It turns out that she is interpreting herself by integrating herself, living casually, choosing the life she loves, how can she offend others, and abandon everything. A woman whose love and hatred are too clear is sad, but she has a clear love and hatred in her heart, but she has to pretend not to be so sober in order to survive, and she is even more sad. After all, I still can't escape the so-called morality of that era, and the already unbearable heart is still to be humiliated. Is it destined that women should not be well understood. Although the ending is not loyal to the original, but she prefers her last sentence: My heart is not used to happiness, I hope to live in your heart so that others will not see me. A prostitute who is sought after, enjoys the bustling and bustling on the surface, and cannot escape and cannot do without, because she is too lonely in her heart. Since no one understands and no one reads it, she does not put herself in the illusion of noisy like the world. At least let people know that they are happy. The true self does not want to be accompanied by others, and does not want to be accompanied by too many people. I remembered the sad words again: I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. How many people responded to this sentence? My heart is not used to happiness, loneliness is like a shadow, the desolation carved into my bones.

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