Only later did I hear that it was a freshman born in the 1990s who used candles to form a pattern to court. The stream of people running down is not escaping but joining in the fun, and I suddenly realized that I really have lost my youth.
Then slowly calm down, and slowly remember some of the past that has been abandoned. I seem to hear the pine sing softly. I'm sorry to see her writing hastily with a chalk tip, born into the world. I can also experience her feeling of taking the Shinkansen to Tamagawa Shangshui. I remembered the fifty-seventh year of the Showa era, and she had a lonely farewell look on her face.
I finally remembered this movie called "The Life of the Disgusted Matsuko".
The first time I saw this film was at the screening of the school film society, when I was a freshman and just started dating. After reading it, I ran back to the dormitory with red eyes crying and sent him a text message saying, [The life of the disgusted Matsuko] is really beautiful. He said he was going to see it too. I asked him later and he said yes.
Looking back now, I was in the Mood for Love at that time.
A lot has happened since then, and I feel embarrassed when I think about it. I don't know if it's because I don't have a sense of reality in being a human being, and I like to live in my desires before many unexpected things happen. Or it is too wishful thinking towards others to be disappointed again and again. It's okay to blame in the end, but I have to admit that life is like this, admit that there is no feeling that is not full of flaws.
Matsuko said that even if this man is hell, he has to go. As long as you're not alone. It was pouring rain the day she said this, Long Liangyi's car was parked downstairs, and lightning flashed across the sky of the city, and even her decision was shaken by wind and rain. Then she decided to hug. The future of this hug was so bleak, and it was greedy for a while. It just hit my heart so hard.
For me, I'm afraid this trade-off is too pure a script. She fell in love again and again, she ran away from home, because men had done all kinds of contemptible things, she attempted suicide and went to prison. Her love story is so vulgar that it is no different from any third-rate romance, and the moths to the flames are not enough, and in the end there is only a disgraceful and anxious posture. But I still want to say that her life is like a lover. She never thought about herself, but she only loved everyone who gave her a little light, and walked staggeringly on the road called reality. Finally fell into the endless abyss, not a single sound could be heard. The abruptly broken cocoon is a butterfly in the tide of time, flying lightly through every deep love, and slowly I no longer remember the bitterness of looking back and waiting for his smile.
"As long as it's a girl, there will be a longing for a story like Snow White. But it's like a certain gear is out of line, and I originally hoped that I would become a white swan, but wake up and find that I have become a black crow. There is only one time in life. Fairy tales are so cruel." The
last time I parted with him was at the train station not long ago, and I was very hopeless and kept crying. When his eyes were red, he didn't dare to flatter his mouth. Later, we sat together on the stone steps by the door, and I looked at his face quietly. There is no reason to feel that this boy I love is getting old in those casual disputes and resentments. Although he still looks so young. I leaned against him to look at the small lights and the crowded streets in the distance. I remember telling him to get married after graduation, he nodded and smiled softly. At that moment, I was really willing to go through fire and water for him, although I was really not sure if I would look forward to it in the future. Will he once again fabricate a lot of inappropriateness to stand in front of the incoming damage to protect himself. Would you like to stop here, I am really happy and open-minded when I am alone. Will there be no way to make pine nuts well in this life, even if it is only once, even if it is only for a moment, even if there is only one person in the end.
Just ask me to love you more, even if it comes from memories that are self-deceiving. I also feel that I am so worthy.
"When I was young, everyone thought that the future was bright, but when I grew up, I realized that it was not what it was imagined."
In fact, I always wanted to say that I once painted my imaginary lover. He cared about me very much and wouldn't force me to do anything embarrassing. He's very mature and sensible, and won't make a mess of things to break my heart. I won't hang up the phone when I'm crying and say I'll call later, it's cheaper at that time. It won't ask me to make concessions that I can't do at all. However, I have already let go of that person, because I don’t know when in my heart, this fictional perfect character is no longer as good as the person by my side, and only with that person can a perfect life look like. And I don't want anything else.
After saying these words, did I have a pine nut attitude, and did I become a lover because of you.
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