When watching a movie, I feel a little uncomfortable. Those tightly pursed lips and vigilant eyes like a child pierced straight into his heart. But that thin and small body wrapped in cotton cloth carries the power to subvert pain, the world and destiny. From the chanson girl in the cafe, to the mistress of Bachan, from the smooth piano sound to get the only love by chance, to the lover turned into the mud under the car. But Coco, still Coco.
Coco always wears clothes that never fall off, called self.
Hence those simple hats, those dresses without complicated decorations, those envious and approving eyes, and, her own gratifying smile. The pain was buried deep in her heart forever.
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