You know you love this group of people, and you know this group of people loves you.
But when you sit down together, you know that you cannot be together, even for a moment, to maintain a disguised peace.
You can't tolerate the inconsideration and indifference of the people around you, you are angry with everyone's false consolation, laughter and careful actions, you are eaten up by your own guilt, and you can't feel the way out of truth and forgiveness.
In fact, maybe you just want to be pampered, and you feel uneasy when you know you don't deserve to be pampered. Or maybe you are just used to caring and attention, and everyone has been rubbed into indifferent temperament by the endless tossing and quarreling from childhood to adulthood. So you tease the topic, you deliberately vent, they are careful to avoid, and finally there is nowhere to escape. So you quarreled loudly, and you couldn't bear it, and left the battlefield alone and fled in a hurry.
You know they're not wrong, you know you're self-centered and wayward, you just don't know how to start. You keep apologizing unnecessarily and then get angry at the other person for being mean when you don't get a reply. Because you cannot forgive yourself, you cannot accept that others cannot forgive yourself.
You are tired of peace and indifference, but all you want is not such hysterical pain. Because you love them and they love you, you know, you just don't know how to get along with each other.
You were alone on that hilarious night. You are in the midst of a joyous crowd, surrounded by people who know you and love you, and you should have forgotten all the happy days you celebrated together, but you are so lonely. You are sincerely happy and happy for them, but in that joy and happiness you know deeply that this place does not belong to you.
When did it start to be like two worlds, which should be familiar but extremely unfamiliar.
You end up failing to say goodbye to your mother, you end up failing to say goodbye to your father, you end up just hugging your sister gently. You know each other's love for each other, so maybe that's enough.
You are complicated, confused, confused, and painful, but it is your own after all, and only you experience and bear it yourself.
After all, everyone is alone.
**
My biggest dissatisfaction with this film is that it didn't need to be exaggerated to the point where the death of my younger brother can also touch the bloody scenes, but such scenes weaken some possible resonance. And, if there is no superfluous feeling that I don't know if it is love, it will appear more complete.
Although ANNE is not a bright spot, it is still very good, with a profile of smoking a cigarette, and a faint loneliness.
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