Until the subtitles are over.
My tears, movies and books are best to lie.
I downloaded "Life of the Rose" a long time ago, but I haven't had time to open it. Together with other movies that I didn't have time to open, it was covered with virtual dust on my E drive. A thin layer.
Once opened, the fragrance overflows and is amazing.
This is a story about a French Chanson queen, a story about a street performer turning into a guest at Carnegie Hall, a story about a woman.
She is not beautiful, even in the most glorious moments, the most romantic moments, she has panicked patient-like eyes, weird hairstyles, and stiff and uncoordinated limbs. On each stage, she seems to stand in the wrong line. Like most elementary school students, they are twitchy and not knowing what to do.
This is not like her identity. But this is a real person.
Our life is probably so embarrassed. You don't think it, but you just didn't feel it.
And this woman, because of her complex temperament that is cynical and unwavering, overwhelmed all the embarrassment, and then radiated a dazzling light.
A woman who has been entangled with accidents, misery, parting, drunkenness and drugs all her life.
A woman who has been entangled with love, music, art and hope for a lifetime.
The rose that grows in the bitter water, the splendid life in drunkenness.
I love this woman, even in her worst moments.
It's like falling in love with life itself.
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