Yesterday, I saw that "Last Tango in Paris" was downloaded, so I watched it again, because I always remember it as one of my favorite films; it's probably been nearly 10 years since the last time. It's been 10 years or more between the things that I can remember. I can't get used to this feeling. However, I still have to face the fact that things I used to be excited about are rarely felt now. B It takes at most 15 minutes to say that I can be happy or unhappy now, and for me, the happy may be at most a few hours, and the unhappy always sticks and can't get rid of it; the only thing that always makes me happy There are only a few things. The so-called sensitive title is only sensitive to pain, not happiness. Sensitivity to happiness gradually fades with age, becomes more and more dull, and finally can only manage I look down on this matter; when I go back to
, my perception is completely different from 8 years ago. Maybe my sensitivity to pain has gradually become dull now, or I accept it and look down on it. I just feel lost and insane. Middle-aged rape of daring, ignorant and happy young people is the norm, while middle-aged people who are confused and insane should continue to be insane, and should not suddenly become uncharacteristically. Accepting that he needs to be killed by such a sadistic youth, there may be metaphors in it, but it is also a bit too unnatural; Marlon Brando suddenly burst into a smile and said with great interest, how old am I, what marital status, and what is my current status? To make a living, didn't he expressly declare that people can't get rid of loneliness until they die; the hairline is high, the long hair looks thin, and the half-white person is like a teenage punk to provoke old ladies by taking off their pants and showing their buttocks, It's just inexplicable, for no reason.
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