But people are sensory creatures after all, always so desperate and heartfelt when they have the chance to indulge, so extramarital affairs are much more tempting than marriage.
The stimulation brought by guilt makes people abandon all courtesy and shame, and finally live close to themselves.
Back in life, we can still speculate and discriminate against those who have made mistakes, and guard against them unreservedly.
We defend our own way with our senses, and we slam other people's mistakes with our intellect.
We feel pain, we escape boredom, we crave excitement, we need vitality, we want spiritual unity, and we hate being the same.
They did it, naively saying they wanted to fly far away, but they returned to their respective lives peacefully because of their awakening.
This movie reminds me of Closer, reminds me of Match point.
I don't know how to describe this absurdity.
The policeman who killed the child by mistake stared at the former child molester, trying every means to remind people to avoid him like a plague, preventing him from living a normal life again. In the end, the virgin boy blamed himself for the pain of his mother's death, and swung his knife from the palace. It was indeed the former policeman who came to apologize and did everything in his power to save him.
A group of housewives who face their full-time dad YY every day, but despise their peers who really take action.
Husband is obsessed with internet porn, wife is having an affair with children.
The man who promised to elope, watched others skateboard halfway, and finally stepped on the skateboard and fell from a height.
No one's life is complete, and everyone is living an abnormal life seriously.
Except for the children, the children who are happy again soon after being frightened.
And motherly love.
Sarah eloped with her daughter, who always bored her.
May selflessly loves her son who has committed child molestation, and does everything she can to make him have the ordinary happiness of a normal person.
She said dear you are a miracle. We are all miracles. Because we are so busy every day, facing our loved ones, knowing that they may disappear at any time, each of us must face death.
Before she died, she left a sentence for her son to be a good child.
We are all children, impatient with life but unable to cry like children.
Those farces are the childishness of adults.
But, after a long circle, we still went home.
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