To live or to perish, that is the question. But how do you ask questions to feel the personal experience of life? Leo, a woman whose marriage had broken down, watched as her husband Paco's freshly washed underwear and towels were still thrown on the ground, and the past came to her heart, how deep the love she gave in the past hurts her heart now. Leo thought it was too much for him to bear, and there was no way he could think of anything. The only way out is to kill, kill yourself to end this endless pain. But as a bystander, I don't think we'll know the line at the end any better than the two Changbai hexagram doctors. The past of each relationship is like a brain death. Although you can breathe, the doctor knows that you are dead, but it is precisely because you still breathe that it is difficult for those who truly love it to accept such a ruthless world. I am in pain, I am sad, but I am alive. Manuela, a woman in her 40s who lost her child in middle age, like a cow without a bell, longs to be treated gently by the world rather than just telling her the truth. Wherever the flowers are bright and fragrant, the secrets will settle and stay, and the small stories are nested in the big structure, and Almodóvar peeks into the secrets of women in small details. The female writer Leo is sensitive and suspicious and hides many secrets. Writing the novel "Pure Love" under the pseudonym Amanda Grace, asking the publisher to promise not to reveal personal privacy and refuse any media interviews. Seeing the "Rock" brand sanitary ware's slogan "I love you, Rock" on the street, he and her husband Paco invented a special language used by two people. This field of love is filled with the defense and sharing of secrets. The secret adheres to the dividing line between a person's loneliness and loneliness, and Leo only passes it on to specific people, and now her husband holds the power that she ceded. She was looking forward to her husband's phone call. The newspaper published her article and wanted to share it with him as soon as possible. But with such a person, what happened to her marriage? "In the face of madness, there is nothing I can do." "Stunned in pain..." "The appearance of easy anger" For a Leo who is good at concealing himself, you can't find more secrets in her marriage except words. In addition to the motionless body, the audience should at least diagnose the "brain death" of marriage. Maybe her husband cheating with her best friend Betty is iron proof, but as a psychiatrist, Betty is good at telling the worst news to the parties in the most acceptable way. In essence, there were problems in the marriage before the cheating. It's hard to say that there's nothing wrong with Leo herself, no more expressions, but the metaphor of taking off her shoes already shows a certain anxiety, she's sensitive but she turns a blind eye, and she's dead but can't hear a single breath. She stumbles like a fragile fool, facing survival or destruction, She felt powerless like never before. "Pure love" is beautiful, but it may not be true. In "Refrigerator", she described: After the daughter was raped by her father, she killed her father. After the mother found out, in order not to let others find out Daughter's crime, and hid the body in the cold storage of the restaurant next door. Destruction is not easy, the important thing is that the mother saves her daughter. The decline and fall of marriage is not completely covered by some right and wrong. It is not that one person is right and one person is wrong. It is often two people are right, or both are wrong, or something in the middle. It is like natural life. Metabolism also has birth, old age, sickness and death, and its death is an irresistible force. You love me, I love you, to squander it; I suffer, I grieve, to save it. Only those who have been in a car accident and the gods give her such a reward: the soul returns from Hades and back. On the road of death, the mother cried out in a trance. Although she was embarrassed, she grabbed her true vitality. Everyone knows it's dead, bestie Betty, maid Blanca, husband Paco, editor Angel, mother, sister, including Leo's own text, and Chabella sings in a hoarse voice: "Tonight I am to you Nothing, you really left tonight. Even though I know you don't love me anymore, it's hard for me to forget you." I betrayed my personality, I shouted, I danced, I was in all A botched performance in front of my friends and relatives, who all knew my marriage was dead, and I pretended it was still alive, looked like a flamenco in Blanca dancing, and sounded like a poem I wrote to the village as a child: Early morning How beautiful, Leo. The sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the little trees by the river rustle. ... "My Secret Flower" is not the brain death of "I love you, rock" so bluntly dumb, "My Secret Flower" is a response and immortality that nurtures the breath of life: that day you wore blue clothes, escaping In your life, but broke into mine. The daughter killed her father after being raped by her father. After the mother found out, in order to prevent others from discovering her daughter's crime, she also hid the body in the refrigerator of the restaurant next door. Destruction is not easy, the important thing is that the mother saves her daughter. The decline and fall of marriage is not completely covered by some right and wrong. It is not that one person is right and one person is wrong. It is often two people are right, or both are wrong, or something in the middle. It is like natural life. Metabolism also has birth, old age, sickness and death, and its death is an irresistible force. You love me, I love you, to squander it; I suffer, I grieve, to save it. Only those who have been in a car accident and the gods give her such a reward: the soul returns from Hades and back. On the road of death, the mother cried out in a trance. Although she was embarrassed, she grabbed her true vitality. Everyone knows it's dead, bestie Betty, maid Blanca, husband Paco, editor Angel, mother, sister, including Leo's own text, and Chabella sings in a hoarse voice: "Tonight I am to you Nothing, you really left tonight. Even though I know you don't love me anymore, it's hard for me to forget you." I betrayed my personality, I shouted, I danced, I was in all A botched performance in front of my friends and relatives, who all knew my marriage was dead, and I pretended it was still alive, looked like a flamenco in Blanca dancing, and sounded like a poem I wrote to the village as a child: Early morning How beautiful, Leo. The sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the little trees by the river rustle. ... "My Secret Flower" is not the brain death of "I love you, rock" so bluntly dumb, "My Secret Flower" is a response and immortality that nurtures the breath of life: that day you wore blue clothes, escaping In your life, but broke into mine. The daughter killed her father after being raped by her father. After the mother found out, in order to prevent others from discovering her daughter's crime, she also hid the body in the refrigerator of the restaurant next door. Destruction is not easy, the important thing is that the mother saves her daughter. The decline and fall of marriage is not completely covered by some right and wrong. It is not that one person is right and one person is wrong. It is often two people are right, or both are wrong, or something in the middle. It is like natural life. Metabolism also has birth, old age, sickness and death, and its death is an irresistible force. You love me, I love you, to squander it; I suffer, I grieve, to save it. Only those who have been in a car accident and the gods give her such a reward: the soul returns from Hades and back. On the road of death, the mother cried out in a trance. Although she was embarrassed, she grabbed her true vitality. Everyone knows it's dead, bestie Betty, maid Blanca, husband Paco, editor Angel, mother, sister, including Leo's own text, and Chabella sings in a hoarse voice: "Tonight I am to you Nothing, you really left tonight. Even though I know you don't love me anymore, it's hard for me to forget you." I betrayed my personality, I shouted, I danced, I was in all A botched performance in front of my friends and relatives, who all knew my marriage was dead, and I pretended it was still alive, looked like a flamenco in Blanca dancing, and sounded like a poem I wrote to the village as a child: Early morning How beautiful, Leo. The sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the little trees by the river rustle. ... "My Secret Flower" is not the brain death of "I love you, rock" so bluntly dumb, "My Secret Flower" is a response and immortality that nurtures the breath of life: that day you wore blue clothes, escaping In your life, but broke into mine. "I don't want anything from you tonight. You really left tonight. Even though I know you don't love me anymore, it's hard for me to forget you." I betrayed my personality, I cried, I dance, I do botched performances in front of all my friends and relatives, they all know my marriage is dead, I pretend it's still alive, dance that looks like a flamenco in Blanca, sounds like it was written as a kid Poem to the Village: What a beautiful morning, Leo. The sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the little trees by the river rustle. ... "My Secret Flower" is not the brain death of "I love you, rock" so bluntly dumb, "My Secret Flower" is a response and immortality that nurtures the breath of life: that day you wore blue clothes, escaping In your life, but broke into mine. "I don't want anything from you tonight. You really left tonight. Even though I know you don't love me anymore, it's hard for me to forget you." I betrayed my personality, I cried, I dance, I do botched performances in front of all my friends and relatives, they all know my marriage is dead, I pretend it's still alive, dance that looks like a flamenco in Blanca, sounds like it was written as a kid Poem to the Village: What a beautiful morning, Leo. The sun is shining, the flowers are fragrant, and the little trees by the river rustle. ... "My Secret Flower" is not the brain death of "I love you, rock" so bluntly dumb, "My Secret Flower" is a response and immortality that nurtures the breath of life: that day you wore blue clothes, escaping In your life, but broke into mine.
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