I won't talk about the plot, hey, they are all praying mantises in front of the wheel of fortune. They were fortunate enough to hold hands and escape disaster after disaster, but they still lost in the end. The man said I wouldn't be alive without her, even though she hurt me so much. The girl said, I am waiting for you in the future, Istanbul. But who can stand the mercy of fate all these years? We go with rock, drugs, sex, and then we fall in love madly, and we end up wrong for love, can we pay it back? Are there any firm qualifications? Confidence and patience have been worn down by time, and the past splurge can always end in a quiet harbor, but can I wait until the day I am with you? Maybe I'm tired, I can't bear it alone, and the aging of my face will no longer allow me to stay one step further. I can only, my steps are involuntarily, I'm sorry... In the end, the man got on the bus alone with silence on his back, maybe his feelings are no longer turbulent like the old blood; the woman has short hair, a white T and a pair of glasses, He stood quietly in front of the window with his arms folded, not like the girl who was having fun at the time. But that kind of tranquility can not be called tranquility. The love and hatred of the past disappeared together, and each embarked on his own journey.
Youth, change, this mess is an eternal topic. At least we still care until we get old. Fate is actually cunning and cunning to an unimaginable level, but there are still people struggling to escape from his grasp. The imprisoned prisoners rushed outward in pursuit of freedom, trying to get rid of the old things, but they rushed so hard that they accidentally bumped into blood and blood. Fortunately, I still have the courage to stand up again. After all the beatings, the prisoners finally learned how to create their own cages for themselves, imprisoning themselves and their surroundings together. They have learned how to stay still and how to wait for aging. But what about love? What about us? What about freedom? What about youth? ! Where has our struggle gone?
Perhaps they understand that those things are not casual entertainment that can be discarded at will, but too frivolous, gorgeous and dangerous drugs, and once they become addicted, they cannot escape this disaster. Those who have passed away do not have to use their own practices to complete the fairy tale in YY. It turns out that what wraps us is responsibility, surrender and deeper love.
The years really can't stand such a waste of time. The farce of youth, in the end there is only one actor left. Everyone plays in nostalgia, over and over again, no more unpredictable interactions. I think everyone has a long-running thought in their hearts. No matter how sad the years are, they are always there, like an inexhaustible spring.
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