The lights are dimmed, the opening melody makes people's hearts suspend, the French pronunciation is ambiguous, the cookie-like crispness and the mellowness of mocha, the heroine is very charming, outstanding temperament, excellent violinist, second identity, A married man's lover. A chance meeting, perhaps because of his focused eyes, seemingly calm, but hopelessly in love with her tuner, her lover's friend, a man who responded to her enthusiasm in the most rational way, ruthless. Like the heart of winter, she cries out hysterically for love, but in his empty winter wilderness there is dead silence.
The script is always like that, beyond fate, the character dictates it.
She is a violin player who knows how to express her feelings, and her passion and music are intertwined and completely released.
And he is just a tuner, and his dealings with music are silent. His love for her music is silent, forbearance of love and poor expression.
"There is something inanimate in my heart", watching this movie, I couldn't shed a single tear, my heart was surging but I couldn't express it, I was very uncomfortable, I suddenly understood the hero's mood, why love is silent, when a person's Love turns introverted to be long-lasting and memorable.
At the end of the film, the wind outside is stronger, I hold a cup of milk tea, my heart is suddenly warm, many pictures are superimposed, it seems to pass through multiple dreams, the heart of winter, a beautiful name without temperature, suitable for long-distance viewing, not suitable for intoxicated.
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