People are just a bunch of useless passions

Godfrey 2022-04-20 09:02:35

I have to admit, I actually smelled the taste of feminism.
If one day I'm gone, will you look for me like a motor?
Can.
Will you keep looking?
Can.
Will you always find death?
Can.
you are lying.
For example, Maa kidnaps his girlfriend.
For example, the photographer asked Meimei: break up first or have sex first?
I can't imagine the mood of Peony and Meimei, and many adjectives are spinning.
Disillusionment, probably.

I don't understand, a woman like Meimei actually expects that kind of love, lingering, resolute, and unswerving.
However, after the disillusionment, she still has to use an extreme form to prove her worth in the heart of a man.
Expectations and self-denial of lies are the norm.
An exclamation often ends with a series of question marks.
The fate of love is to be thrown into the wilderness.

The falsehood of love is the paradox of life.
Just as people are accustomed to describing it as eternity, they always taste bitterness inside and outside.
Nothing in the world is eternal, and the birth of this word may be just to deny itself and give people a clear view.
The cruelty and pain of tearing always make people discouraged from expectations.
And love, but it makes people turn their backs and sink their boats.

The power of tragedy is not in the plot itself.
It's the self-conscious victim.
However, we have art so we are not overwhelmed by the truth.

I won't go to Meimei again because I know it won't last forever
I think this love story of mine may continue as long as I can go back to the balcony
But I'd rather close my eyes and wait for the next love

Hey people are just a bunch of useless enthusiasm
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Extended Reading
  • Helmer 2022-03-21 09:03:17

    Two people who don't know each other sit together, and then, and then, of course, love.

  • Jaylon 2022-02-27 08:01:56

    The peony print is a trauma marker, pointing to eternal scarcity. Scarcity inspires eros, but eros cannot reach objects, so it is always seeking, never unstable, like a boat on a river. The mermaid is magical, blurring the boundaries between reality and fiction, and unifying the two functions of handheld photography (documentary and lyrical). Poetic of the common people, decadent at the bottom, and subjective to the end, this is Lou Ye.