Ann is not terribly beautiful, but striking, with a strong, independent, stunning beauty. When she sang at Lyra's wedding, the beauty was at its peak. At the wedding of my good friends, watching them go all the way, I wish them happiness so much, as long as it is their decision, I support them unconditionally.
Ann and Buddy were so close and happy together, I thought they were a couple. But when the red-faced and drunken Buddy appeared again and again, I knew that Ann would not be with him. Alcoholism is a manifestation of cowardice, and Buddy is trying to escape something. When he took out the crumpled note, he was politely rejected; when he came drenched, the rejection reached its extreme. When people thought he was dead, he didn't; when everyone was happy, he died. When you love someone very much, when you feel that you are about to lose and try to confess, but he doesn't love you, what can you do? I don't know what Buddy wants to tell Ann in the end, it doesn't matter.
Harris, is the dream type of all girls, tall, handsome, mysterious, and has a successful career. I don't know what kind of story he and Ann had in the past. Such two people fall in love with each other naturally. Short-lived pleasures are fraught with peril. Such two people are destined to break up, and such a perfect love story is not popular even in works of art. They all felt that Buddy's death was because of them, and it was a knot that would never be undone. Therefore, the two parallel lines that once met, continue to be parallel.
When Ann and Harris met again in the heavy rain, Ann's expressions, actions and words. . . God, it turns out that women in the world are all the same at such times. The rain was heavy, and Harris' wife and daughter loomed in the distance, unable to even hug, formulate, shake hands, goodbye. Harris, who was once loved, can only be deeply, deeply in my heart. Loving him has become a belief.
When old Lyra and dying Ann lay on the bed with their hands clasped, I even had a hunch that it would happen again many years from now. Friends who have gone through important moments in life together, friends who know all the secrets of your mind, needless to say.
Ann's two daughters quarreled fiercely. When the rhythm of the quarrel became stronger and stronger, the words became sharper and sharper, and the quarrel atmosphere reached its climax. The sister's sentence: i 'm pregnant. Let the tense atmosphere suddenly collapse. Solution, attributable to the tenderness of the pulse. This is family, sisters, siblings, the deepest, strongest, most sincere blood connection that can melt any ice.
All contradictions seem to have been resolved, and Ann's life has finally come to an end.
When night falls, I just need to remember the dazzling light of your presence.
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