Every picture is still, it is a story that is still waiting for words; every piece of music is a whisper of love; every angle, light, distance, is a story. Because of the beauty of the camera, I resisted the urge to be cynical about a series of behaviors such as chasing the bus and writing long letters, but at the end of the story, Briony was old-fashioned and said that they were not actually together, it was just I recall the plot arranged during the atonement - "I want to give them happiness."
What reason do you have to say that you gave them happiness? When they each died with regret and you lived to old age.
Who exactly did you atone for? In addition to letting yourself die of old age with peace of mind, whose regrets have been made up and made up for.
Ribbon and Cecilia died in the cold season, respectively, and recalled all the warm and beautiful images when they were dying. But they didn't get to meet you as quickly as you wanted, get angry when you apologized, never forgive you—they didn't, because never again.
Why can you still say nothing to them and give them happiness?
In fact, it is a secular and forced separation of love, but it is noble and poignant because of the war, and it is tragic and tragic because of Briony's destruction.
It's disasters and tricks that make love more beautiful. If it weren't for these twists and turns, it would be just a summer romance, like an animal that couldn't hold itself back because of the sweltering heat.
Separation gilded ordinary love, made pretentious love words sweet and sad, yearning and longing are not because of love itself, but because of the inability to love each other.
I will return, find you, love you, marry you. And live without shame.
In fact, it doesn't sound beautiful, but in the cloudy world of Dunkirk, when soldiers live by this promise, you will feel Love is beautiful, extravagant, and sublime, and you will feel that vows are good, positive, and conclusive.
When I couldn't walk, even I had this illusion in an instant.
Soldier, what you said was alive without regrets, why didn't you fulfill it?
You think of her long green dress in the night, her long hair floating when she jumped into the water when she came to ask you for a cigarette with a bunch of wildflowers in her arms in the sun.
You recall all the warmth, as if tumbled out of a golden box.
Then died under the hazy skies of the day before the Dunkirk retreat.
Ferris wheel, standing in a line to take away horses that can only be shot and killed, charred land.
Nobody remembers you.
Dunkirk, please let me go, my lover is still waiting for me in the courtyard.
Hot, restless, heavy summer, not even Briony's piercing typing can't stop me from loving you.
You are frivolous and seductive, you are pure and sincere, you whispered in my ear to wait for my return, and you died thinking about me.
There is so much love and unforgiveness that can only be explained with life - Dunkirk, please let me go.
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