I can't remember my mother's temperature, and I don't remember enjoying her tenderness in childhood. And for my father, I at least remember the warm big hands that held my little hands on the road one night.
I also can't always remember my mother's face, and I never thought of taking a picture of her with me.
I left her to unfamiliar places one after another without any reluctance. There were few phone calls and few text messages. It even gradually turned into her calling her to send messages.
When I fell in love with someone and fell in love with someone, I cried because the love was not smooth and I was happy because of the short-lived sweetness, I never wanted to go and tell her. Always tell her: there is no right person.
The work is not going well, the relationship crisis is encountered, the economic crisis is encountered, and most of her do not know.
Yes, I can find reasons for myself to say that I am afraid that she is worried that her children who are outside will be happy and not sad. But. . How can I deceive myself, how can I hide my indifference, loneliness, silence and her estrangement, and complaining about her, how can I hide the fact that I don't know how to love. . . How can I pretend not to see the lonely shadow of my lonely heart.
Was it when you were weak and you were afraid that you also needed my warmth and my heart aches?
Should I have known this long ago?
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