It is the endless complaints and admonitions of Mother Mary, forcing those around her to submit to her mighty will, to succumb to this woman's desire for control and possessiveness; it is the priest's sacrament, which swallows up the critically ill Maria's last strength. Maria was left out in the family, and faith didn't make her more understood and loved in real life. Death was almost the only thing she could choose to do.
To live is to suffer, and the fulfillment of miracles is rather an accident. Maria's brother finally spoke up, maybe it's time to be happy that Maria's wish came true, but I feel more sorry for her. When picking the coffin, Maria's mother finally couldn't help covering her face and crying. Everyone knew that the authoritarian mother was paying the price for what she usually did. She roared to make her daughter reject gospel music, first love, and present happiness, just for the purity of her faith and her own peace of mind. No matter how she wanted to make up for it, it was too late.
The love of God did not make these people love more people. They live sensitively and narrowly, rejecting the world and being rejected by the world.
In the final shot, the excavator is filling Mary's grave, which is too different from the glorious and beautiful sanctification scene that Mary had imagined before. Only the teenager who had a crush on her silently put down a white rose.
What is it worth giving up life, Mary? Have you ever been happy in this world?
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