I have a lot of self-justifying concepts and definitions of love. I haven't read the original book, but if I were to make this movie, there wouldn't be just sex scenes in front of me. Early on in the movie, it misled me that it was only an affair, but no, it was love, it was love.
Everyone has a different explanation for true love, why you fall in love at first sight, why at first sight is just a little different emotion, everyone is different, but very similar.
Infatuation, sex, physical intimacy, jealousy, possessiveness, understanding of each other's minds, although in different order, are all elements of love.
And is this love?
Or is it that only a few factors are not enough to constitute true love?
Love and self, and any concept are facing the torture of reflection, forget about what love is, did love have an end?
I have no idea,
I don't think so.
The part of the film about religion is very naked, the malice of fate and the weakness of human nature, resistance or submission.
Because love yields.
I don't believe in you, but if you exist, be punished for my disbelief and my rebellion, let it be, but please bless them, my love and a good person.
But does the end of life take love away? Sarah's final conversion was a betrayal of love.
if it was me...only death make my love last forever...
I dare not promise that love will be on me, time and space will not change, but death can freeze it.
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