He bowed his head and leaned against the corner without saying a word, while she was dancing in Chinese dresses on the dance floor. When the song was about to end, he raised his head, and there was peace in his melancholy eyes. He just stood there quietly, as if the world had nothing to do with him. However, it was just such a light, light glance that my heart began to melt.
The first time I saw him was in "Perfume", the silent, persistent, strange Ge Nuyi with deep eyes. This is the best literary film I've seen in 2009. I'm as fascinated by Ge Nuyi's skinny appearance as he's fascinated by his smell. His deep eyes, thin face, slightly melancholy or even weak temperament, and elegant expression perfectly interpret the literary fan in my heart. Keats or Ge Nuyi have nothing to do with me, he is what he plays, he is Ben Whishaw, I surrender willingly.
This time he was Keats, and the role was perfect for him: literary, graceful, affectionate, pure. All the beautiful words were eclipsed when he lay asleep in the flowers and trees, he was the brightest star, the most revolving nightingale.
The occurrence of feelings between men and women is difficult to explain logically. He loves literature and poetry, she pursues fashion and socializing. However, they fell in love, so pure and so holy.
He regularly told that he had dreamed of kissing a fairy, but shyly said that he had forgotten what the lover in his dream looked like, so she smiled and leaned forward to ask, is it me? Then they kissed each other, as fresh as a dragonfly touching the morning lotus, as beautiful as the evening wind caressing the lake.
Perhaps, had it not been for Keats' untimely death, this love story, like all other love affairs, would have ended up in the debate. Sometimes, a moment is eternity, and a waste of time can't last forever.
It was your eyes, bright and beautiful, that filled my heart with joy.
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