The thought will never come up, can't imagine a better mom than I am now. She has done her best: subjective as well as objective. We love each other so deeply—from reading the diary she wrote to me when I was a child, crying to tears, I half-stretched out my little hand hesitantly touched her to comfort her, and still in my early twenties The middle-aged woman in the barbershop proudly declared in a Lolita accent, "I think my mother is the best mother in the world", which made all the women jealous. I faced the mirror, turned my back to her, and sketched in my heart. Behind the scenes, how her face glowed with equanimity—so much so that she thought that if someone replaced the other person, she would fall into what kind of hell; so that every imaginary tragedy of "taking the wrong" repeated itself on us, each other There is a deep hatred for the "biological object" that does not exist; so that when talking about her many benefits, the first thing that comes to mind is always some insignificant scraps - the best part Always keep it until the end, and only keep it for yourself, as if you are afraid of being robbed by saying it.
In short, in terms of all aspects of life, I am not considered the most happy, but the one that is born is a well-deserved description of the most happy.
Even so, I still deeply understand the state of mind of the protagonist of the movie, and the director's genius lies here
PS. ACTUALLY THIS IS NOT SHOWING OFF
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