Regarding the passionate love between the hero and the heroine through letters, a line appears many times in the film: it is just an illusion. In a word - marriage lies in stability, lust is empty, and love is an illusion.
Putting aside the poor art part, I like the story itself. Although when you see 3/4, you know everything you see is deja vu. When she was young, she fell in love at first sight, but her parents prevented them from staying together; the heroine married someone else, but the hero was heartbroken and indulged; the heroine lived happily with her doctor husband, although she didn't know if it was love in the end; There have been stories of old and young women and children, but only because of emptiness... When the heroine's husband dies, you start to feel incredible. You've seen perseverance, but never so. What kind of hallucination and possessiveness it was that lasted more than fifty years. And when love is overflowing, there are only letters and a handful of encounters.
This film is a cover party, a line party, and a sensational party. Encyclopedia of Emotions.
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