Friends are hard to find

Daron 2022-09-03 18:18:18

Everyone comes into this world with a sense of loneliness, some people are happy, some people are
unfortunate Once disappointed with life, the heroine was homeless and lost her job. There was only a small suitcase in the whole body. It 's the same
deep down, everyone longs to be with me. Someone who can understand how strong they are Talking about the things that made life worse than death in the past, but that person in life may never come, so how lucky is it for the hero and heroine of the movie to meet each other, even if they are teenage years apart, but what does it matter? Everything is just an external form.
Loneliness is sometimes very kind. Let yourself bathe in the halo of yourself and enjoy yourself. But sometimes it is like a huge black hole that swallows up your courage to face the world alone. The two of them are also one. Of course people can, but when someone gives such caring companionship, loneliness becomes a black hole. Fortunately, they still have music instead of each other . When they are
separated, they are really distressed, but the separation is already doomed, so they become lonely again and live a lonely life. The difference is because of the way the other person has enriched their later life.
May someone accompany you

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  • Eleanor: What was the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?

    Reggie: Like Sunday, Like Rain.

    Eleanor: So beautiful.

    Reggie: I'll write a part for the cornet.

  • Reggie: You have a gift, and you have an obligation to take care of it.

    Eleanor: What are you *talking* about? For all you know, I could be the worst cornet player in the whole world.

    Reggie: I don't think so. I don't think you'd have been chosen for that all star band if that were the case. And you certainly wouldn't have gotten into Julliard. It's a crime to deprive the world of your art.

    Eleanor: I thought you said art was dead.

    Reggie: Yes, and it will remain that way if all the great artists abandon their cornets and move to Idaho... Just promise me you'll come back to it. Promise me you'll come back to your music.

    Eleanor: I will if you will.

    Reggie: Deal.