Since we can't know it by birth, we use life to try and make mistakes, and use the pain of eroding bones to prove existence. Actually, I think, I'm strong enough until I find the right answer.
Blessed and cursed at the same time, the burning of love also hurts deeply. It is not wrong to long for someone's love, to long to love someone. It's just that life cannot tolerate weak souls. More often, it is not God, not fate, nor the people who love me and the people I love, who give up on me and give up their love for me. Actually, I just forgot how to love, how to express love.
Do things you shouldn't do, become people you shouldn't be. There was a voice that kept saying to me that none of this was right, and another devil was croaking that it didn't matter. As a result, I lost love, lost the feeling of being cared about, and lost all the warmth in the world.
Falling gave me the same pleasure as flying, and arbitrarily giving me the same joy as freedom, but it was just an illusion of weightlessness and loneliness. I never wanted to hurt anyone, let alone someone I love. It's just that people in the world don't hurt me, especially those I love don't hurt me.
Ultimately, I know that harm cannot claim possession, and tolerance cannot prove caring. Countless mistakes only make me shameless to face my beloved; countless mistakes only make me shameless to face my beloved. Those missed love and beauty will never come again.
Crazy Heart My heart is wild.
Musical movies, road movies. Typical American film, urban film.
With the extension of the highway, with the extension of the rut, the confused urbanites find inner peace,
drive the station wagon, follow the wandering singer along the interstate highway, the distant mountains are connected with the distant mountains, on the road, there is no end .
Dim light, simple bar. The breath coming out of the door is the familiar 70S music. People who stick to time always have a sore reminder that the good times are gone forever. Those golden years, brilliant and wonderful, friendship and love, are gone.
Spirits and cigarettes, old cars and fresh women. Just let everything go forward, even if complaining destroys everything, I have no power to change anything. The world is changing fast, and I can no longer find the bond. But from the moment you blush, I'm a brand new person. I'm crazy, please pick up your crazy heart too. We love again, just once.
"I've been loved and I've been alone , All my life I've been a rolling stone Done everything that a man can do , Everything to get a hold on you". I
prefer the voice of the vicissitudes of life, prefer the old singer actor. There is a kind of temperament that can only be precipitated in the tempering of time, and a kind of courage can only be given by the cruelty of creation. The multi-talented Jeff Bridges will sway the old singer vividly, and the brilliant soundtrack also sets the story just right.
Especially in the last frame, looking down at the old and young before the lonely and distant sky, in the distance, the sky is blue, clouds and white, the sunset is evening, and the urban jungle is close by, bustling. It is fate to walk side by side. I love you, love your unique innocence and stubbornness. Do you love me?
Listening to The Weary Kind reminds me of British singer Allan Taylor, an old voice with the same vicissitudes of life, but one rough and the other clear. It is also the evening scene after the vicissitudes of life, one is affectionate, the other is calm.
The modern music trend set off by England has flourished in the prosperous United States, and its influence has become more and more far-reaching. From the initial confusion, after half a century of washing, those singers who are getting old gradually become calmer in the unforgettable experiences. Picking up the old steel guitar, lyrics and feelings, it is no longer just complaints and nostalgia, but more from the perspective of a bystander, telling the scars and medals bestowed by time. There will always be a group of children, surrounding them, listening to the legends of the rivers and lakes.
Only, the error is still repeating. Some things cannot be understood without experience. Some things cannot be cherished if they are not missed. Love is the treasure we are all constantly looking for. Love is also an untouchable heel for everyone. Injuries and misses are far from the end, and we can only narrate the rest.
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