My friends are not around, and I have never been able to get used to talking on the phone seriously.
Later, when I thought about it, when I remembered the sudden feeling of being excluded from being alone, I really learned a kind of helpless independence.
When I was hurt by love, I also began to gradually understand the pain as hard as a wall.
Even if the lost love in the cruel youth will eventually pass, there will still be life, old age, sickness and death waiting for you on the slow and clear road ahead.
What if the sky falls, let the taller carry it first.
It was during those days that I learned to watch movies as a meal.
People in this world have their own difficulties, but they all have life and death.
Human life can be separated by a long river. Maybe because of life and death, maybe because of emotional entanglements. The so-called heaven, such a thin happiness, pure and clear, is just an illusion. Only pain can really make people grow and make people see the filth that should be seen clearly. This is not something that can be achieved overnight, but it is bound to be experienced in the pain of tearing.
The women I have seen who are passionate about love, their smiles like flowers and tears in their eyes, and their crazy struggles, are not all reality. Most are in books.
Even if your hair is like a spring, your clothes are like butterflies, and your texture is clear and enchanting, there are still dark days, and the strong inverse love you meet unexpectedly will destroy your beautiful posture.
Like Catherine.
It is such an elegant and noble woman, who fell in love with Emma Shu in the desert sunset, but she has become a married woman.
Tragedy can always make people remember more deeply, and don't forget the nature of people's schadenfreude.
Life is a cruel choice, and life is an honest persistence. She should have held the hands of the people around her to live a peaceful life, but that man was really her catastrophe, and she was unable to protect her childhood sweethearts and protect her life path.
She asked the little three man, do you promise you will come back? He said yes, definitely come back, I promise.
There is no dead in war, Catherine is still dead. One side reads it in dead sentences, while the other side drags the stricken body to life.
And the love in the chaotic war is destined to have the helplessness of floating and lonely leaves.
After all, it is a love with no happy ending and a night walk in brocade clothes.
I remember watching the movie, I was moved, but I didn't cry.
Maybe I should find a chance to cry, just for Catherine.
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