I watched "Angel Emily" 3 times, and I was still fascinated by the colorful and sparkling tones in the film. Amy's big eyes softened my heart.
While watching "Illusory Love", I was sitting alone in a room with no lights on. Although it is an overall story, all the characters have not changed from beginning to end.
However, it gradually changed from being relaxed, happy and joyful to being nervous, surprised and surprised, and then to being speechless and distressed until the final ending was speechless and jaw-dropping.
And the posture also changed from the initial sloppy to the tense clenched fist, and even the slight spasm near the temple nerve can be noticed when the end credits appear.
They are all a little neurotic and use the most humble gesture to secretly love that person, but the ending is so different. I felt ups and downs, and in the end I was just glad that I was a normal person.
Is this what it takes to love someone? Cut down all the thorns for him, wait in an empty, dark room until all the plants in the room wither, and a man paints for him and gives him a bloody heart for his travels.
I don't want this kind of love, and I don't think anyone dares to want it. Such a love that is enough to destroy each other comes from a single person.
Does loving someone really have nothing to do with them? When such selfless or great love brings trouble, misfortune or even death to the other party, will you still love him with such a nervousness?
I don't want this kind of love. Neither will it.
ps: "Illusionary Love" ("Angel Loves Beyond")
Bien que mon amour soit fou,
ma raison calme les trop vives douleurs de mon cœur en lui disant de patienter,
et d'espérer toujours...
("I love I am fortunate to be able to balance the madness with reason, and I understand that it is necessary to be patient and hopeful.”)
----------- Says a pornographic patient who has been hospitalized for 50 years.
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