stupidity, every feature of his is so bright
Disregarding his own hopes, his hopes for life, family, friends, and love, so that he can burn himself
This is the obvious stupidity in the eyes of the world, and it is also the stupidity I am doing.
And I am not crazy, I will not let go My hand will not cut off my ears if it burns on the fire. I am so afraid of pain
and Van Gogh is not unbearable. He is still unable to contain his joy and smile under Gauguin's strong restraint. Such sincerity felt so painful that
he poured his wine for him, he apologized to him, he told him, until he cut off his ears for his anger and grief, the one who punished his anger was always himself. The heart is the whining after the warm.
Sober up, despair, no way out, and finally know that company, touchments, peace will never be possible.
"It doesn't seem to be a sad death."
"You're right. In broad daylight, the sun shrouds all things in pure gold."
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