I have been anxious for fear that they will never meet again. At this point, I am numb all my life, and I endure with people who are not so in love for a lifetime.
At the beginning, I cursed, cursed the woman who hindered this love, cursed all the things in this world that made love become less and less beautiful, even more and more filthy, and prohibitive. Who instilled the perfect fairy tale to us since childhood, told us that the prince and princess have lived a happy life since then, and then we grow up slowly, slowly being destroyed step by step by more and more reality, the fairy tale in our hearts, oh, what a fairy tale A long, tragic and unwilling battle: I have heard of too many breakups between lovers, watched too many third parties intervene, and constantly instilled disloyalty is normal and reasonable. Sometimes I even feel that I have no confidence in fighting. I am really afraid that I will gradually feel that everything is normal, and then slowly accept it, and slowly live a tepid, numb, indifferent, and I don’t know what feelings are. life. Then watched everything with cold eyes, without cares and nostalgia, walking dead indifferently. Oh, if I really take this step, I don't know if I will dream about the touch and perseverance I am now pursuing at midnight, and then burst into tears, regretting it.
Therefore, now I also dare not give up my persistence easily, for fear that if I accidentally step into the footsteps of those people, I will not be able to turn over in this life.
I can’t understand those people, good feelings, two people cherish each other, support and go on slowly, until they are old, this process is such a beautiful thing, why are you willing to destroy it by yourself, yes, two people are together Maybe it’s really annoying, but it’s normal. You are willing to accompany her silently when she is down, resentful, irritable, and inferior, and encourage her to come over. She will naturally stand behind you without any complaints and support you, and then meet Difficulties, go through hand in hand, and happiness will be cherished, presumably it is really not difficult to complete such a picture.
Thank you for the ending of the film, which made me burst into tears and hopeful; thank the director for giving the saboteur a name of love, making her less obnoxious. Tribute to cannon fodder.
ps The title translation is terrible
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