I used to despise male protagonists.
I didn't understand until the end. It must be so. How hard it takes to love only one person in your life. How to eliminate those loneliness, exhaustion, burnout, compromise and forgetting.
too difficult. All I did was to prove that I couldn't stay true to one person, soul or body for the rest of my life. Especially after she left.
But in the end, it just proves that it is impossible not to love, to love again.
Love to the end is a kind of belief, even if the sexual experience of 622 women is nothing but the ascetic practice under the Bodhi tree.
but. The movie was average. Craftsmanship. loyal. Scattered. Lack of emotion.
It was actually a heartbreaking torture.
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