Masochistically asked, is it because he is too sensitive to death?
I think I just can't forget the joys and sorrows of the floating world... The time
Aunt
Peninsula had dinner with him was the most glorious moment in her life. Because it is short, it takes a longer time to think about it; because there is no later, so I can only put this one-time fact in my heart and grind it over and over again.
He may not think much of her back then, so he doesn't care about her twilight; she thinks about him all the time, so it's good, she doesn't think about his badness.
In fact, William Holden also has a day of old age and frailty, and this day will obviously come earlier than his aunt's.
When he lost his attractiveness to young women, when he was down and out of mind, when he was drunk on the street again... He might not be able to remember that romantic affair a few years ago, and the young Chinese woman in that incident. ——Even when he thinks of her, he is just there to reminisce about his own youth.
On the other side of the ocean, in China, Hong Kong, in a civilian area, in a dorm room, she said she had no regrets, she said she was very happy, I believe it.
When she took out their group photo, his suit, the cups, knives and forks she stole from the Peninsula Hotel... Those who had been suspected, those who had been skeptical, those who had been dubious, were all touched without exception.
Soon she died.
All the chance encounters, all the attachments arising from the chance encounters, all the joys, all the pains, all the hopes, all the loneliness... all vanished with her departure.
He is the first protagonist in her life, and she is just an irrelevant supporting role in his life-now, the supporting role is gone forever, and the protagonist also fades away from the supporting role's life... Only the audience is left, only the remaining We are moved by the stories that have been staged for a long, long time.
In Brother Leopard
's mortuary, she looked at the tattoos on his back, and laughed in grief...
A small, small, Mickey Mouse was hidden among the mighty green dragons and white tigers.
Dianpei's lifelong underworld boss, he has never seen any scenes, good and bad people have not been killed... In the end, the blood has faded away, leaving a cartoon mouse in his vest for his love.
After laughing, tears burst out.
She covered her mouth and tried to explain to the puzzled eyes around her—explain what? Explain why she was crying while smiling? Explain why she was crying and crying but smiling? - Explain why her man would do such a funny thing.
She must still remember. When she saw Mickey Mouse for the first time, the silly man's explanation was - "I brought a friend here, and I heard that you are very afraid of him!"
...
She would never forget that on that rainy night, when she mustered up Have the courage to say goodbye to him.
If at that time he was still responding, she would break up even if she died, and she would never give in to any threat.
However, at that time, he was running away - a good opportunity to break up, he could not protect himself, and he might not have the intention or leisure to take revenge on her - but this woman who was unlikely to succumb to the threat finally succumbed to her kindness.
In fact, he had penetrated her purpose early in the morning, but he never thought of threatening -
"Stupid girl, are men still afraid? Go back and take a hot bath, wake up tomorrow morning, the men on the street grab a lot of them, All of them are better than Brother Leopard!"
If he uses threats to keep a woman's body, then he is the worst and most useless man.
A generous old man is more infectious than a powerful underworld boss who only knows how to threaten women with power.
She finally stayed to share the joys and sorrows with him. For a time, it wasn't that she never thought about having children with him and living a plain life together...
But he died, so suddenly at the hands of a group of mischievous children... He used to be powerful the underworld boss.
If I feel pathetic, it's not that he's not worth it.
I was just thinking about the woman who happened to be in the laundry room.
Then, I was off-screen, crying and laughing with her.
Teresa Teng
The sudden death of the star made her stop for a long time beside the TV on the street...and then him.
Two people have been wandering around the earth for decades. In order to find each other, they have also wandered and ran wildly... In the end, they were in a foreign land, in such a situation, because for the same person, for the same past Remember, look at each other again.
surprise.
You don't blame me for being easily moved to tears again, you know, at this moment I inevitably think of someone.
The so-called sadness but not hurt is for this pair of people who meet again - Teresa Teng has witnessed their youthful years, witnessed their love for each other, and at this moment has witnessed and even created their reunion...their life I will remember her and be grateful to her.
The so-called pain is left to Teresa Teng's family, friends... and those strangers who may not have been witnessed by her, but still love her deeply.
Of course I don't think Teresa Teng's existence value will be greatly improved by witnessing one more love. I am just as an individual and don't want to hide my moving.
If it were him, I would rather not have any testimony. I don't want to hear someone say that I love him because he has witnessed his youth. Because I have always believed that love does not need so many reasons.
Three funerals.
Still able to cry my eyes are still useful.
Cry, who am I to impress?
Is it because of love and tears, or because of tears?
Do we cry because we are moved by the object of our tears? Or are you moved by the tears themselves? Or just moved by the tearful self?
Will tears be frivolous?
Are you grieving the loss of your love? Or indulging in self-inflicted self-pity?
If it's the former, what I'm trying to say is that every tear, every drop, every line, is not contemptuous.
Although grief is completely useless.
The old question has been re-asked: Am I being overly sensitive to death?
After thinking about it, I made this answer-
We are always easily moved by death, but it is never death that moves us.
"love is as strong as death"
and, not because of death
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