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Some flying is easy and enjoyable. Some never end. When watching a movie, the light flies, the screen flickers, and everything is so quiet. At this time, I can easily pass through a story, like a dagger piercing a flower bud, watching the dream with a cold eye.
The killer starts to shape the image from the time of appearance. silence. dull. The almost autistic face is hidden behind the beard. Sunglasses are standard equipment to cover loneliness and panic.
Lovers give up disguise from the beginning. silence. despair. There are scars in the corners of the rebellious eyes, and the cigarette is just a frank expression of giving up, the first imitation of indifference.
Love has always been a conspiracy, not a secret discussion between the hero and heroine, but a collusion between the director and the audience; whether it is her Lingluo background, or his kindness, when her face emerges on the screen, we are not. Bear with the heart to accuse her of a far-fetched declaration. Only at that moment she said, he is not my father, he is my lover, there was a faint thunder in the sky, and she left with a thoughtful expression, the music spread, and we who could not move because of the vibration were swayed by a kind of Submerged warmly.
The opening of flowers must be short-lived, and the unexpected end is moving. We pondered as we watched, lest we forget the standard of judgment. It was two children who had been forgotten by God, struggling to survive. Between displacement and tossing, he and she used Watch to verify their tacit understanding.
Soon, they played their familiar stars for each other, trying to find some fulcrum, but they showed a kind of naivety; in fact, how many people are like this, growing old between one idol and another; she doesn't ask him about his relationship with The isolated past is not because they will be separated soon. She helped him shop, he taught her to kill, fate mixed with hope, and there were so many sunny days in displacement.
There is a reason for everything that happens, whether it is going forward or backward, it is self-defeating. His posture was stiff and awkward, unless killing someone in front of her. Her face is cynical, sophisticated, unless crying in front of him. Seeing them finally embrace, I know that separation is a de facto standard, a tenderness to the onlooker. She said, I have grown up, but not old enough. He was silent for a while, and then replied, I was just the opposite. I was too old and just started to grow up. That's how hatred made her old, and this was how love woke him up; And this is how these two people met, and soon separated in the red dust. She survived and he died, leaving love and his potted plant together, growing alone under the tree.
After watching the movie in silence, I decided to change the name of my MSN to I love Mattita, and use nothingness to commemorate this nothingness. This time, I will keep it for three days. Hopefully, in these three days, my Mattita, you can see.
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Classic dialogue:
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?
Léon: Always like this.
Mathilda: I hope you're not lying. Leon. I really hope that deep down inside there's no love in you. Because if there is...just a little bit of love in there for me.. .I think that in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I love you. Leon.
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