This is a story about two women falling in love, in the 1950s, in the United States where etiquette was not allowed. Carroll is middle-aged, upper-class, with a husband and daughter, while Teres is young, simple-minded, and a small salesman who dreams of becoming a photographer. Carol knows women too well. She loves women. She always knows what looks the most beautiful and can capture people's hearts. Her heart is on the road to getting old every day, and she has seen many talented and beautiful men and women, and she has long been invincible. She knows, what is the marriage contract of secular destiny, who is not living for himself, and who should not accuse anyone of coveting temporary happiness. On the other hand, Teres has short hair, Dai Bo points hairpin, and has a slender and beautiful figure. The beauty she does not know is the most deadly weapon. The first thing a girl who has never experienced in the world should do when she first enters the society is to endure catastrophe. Her pain lies in falling in love with a woman for no reason, more than anything else. When the two first met at the store, the most striking contrast in my opinion was their hair color. Carol has shiny blonde hair and a red fedora hat pinned to her ear, the standard of American beauty in the 1950s. Terris had brown hair like a little girl, was wearing a Christmas hat at the festival, and his eyes were always glittering and couldn't calm down. I'm wondering if she's a little socially phobic by being so reserved when she talks to people like that. Those golden colors are the beauty in love, and the gold in life is rare, while brown is some unspeakable bitterness, as difficult as coffee but can't stop. These browns and golds are also the loves of Carol and Triss. They are intertwined and chaotic.
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