The trees in Hampshire are still lush. The tall tree canopy, the sun shattered to dodge. Butterflies fly into the spring wind. You step into the house that seems to be a long time away, with a long slender neck and a swaying skirt. You gave up the reason and responsibility that you most wanted to have, and finally defeated the young passion and heart. From then on, you blinked your eyes and continued to face the quiet rivers and forests of your hometown, the potatoes in the garden and the domestic animals in the circle, and all the things that have been with you. Then you think you can lose your house, but in the end Faced with everything in a lifetime.
Until later you meet him again, when the melodious and memorable opera falls. The man with a naughty smile on his face once looked at you as if he had absorbed the whole spring sunshine. The spring grass in his eyebrows and his eyes reappeared when they met many years later. He embraced his daughter and looked at you, without a smile, and looked at you slightly embarrassed. You squeezed out a decent smile and called him softly, Mr. Lefroy. The man who used to miss day and night. The fearless man who turned his love upside down. Now, it's not Tom, it's not Darling. Only, Mr. Lefroy.
The story finally shifts from the clues of time on the surface of the sea to the depths. No matter how big the waves are, in the end it is only a deep silence, a dead silence.
You read for them. You read for him. Your faint tone is full of pain, and his applause for you, his eyes are full of pain. In the camera, the golden ring on his ring finger was dazzling. You buckle the book gently and look at him. The ten fingers are clean. You still smile. This is your choice and the ending you and you will ultimately bear.
-What happened?
-Noting happened.
NOTING happened?
You just ran away like this. Jumped into the carriage on the return journey. He didn't stop you, you didn't go back. The carriage turned a corner and took you on another road. Your lifelong miss, since then.
"Atonement" played by the actor James is similar to this. The flaws in reality come to perfection in the work. This is not achievement, not pride, not perfection. This is just a remedy. A kind of salvation. I really want to think about it, but I can't bear to think about it, what if all this didn't happen. If you had more courage then. No more hesitating. So what. Maybe your work will still be published, and all that is changed is the plot in the book.
You once said that the characters in your pen will have a happy ending after a series of hardships. How many years of your meticulous love, you have generously transferred it to the women in your writing. You have gone through all the hardships they have experienced, but you have lost the happiness they have gained. All of the reasons are that the decision, the carriage, carried you to escape at the most difficult moment, escaped from the difficulties that were about to be faced, and at the same time escaped from the happy ending that should be seen.
The movie that ended in the sound of cello and piano, I was full of regrets. There is no chance to prove the right or wrong of the original decision. All there is to bear, and the long and long dull pain that comes with the night. She and him only had a cup of coffee at the table covered with plaid on a soft and sunny afternoon in England, remembering their old friends.
But. If, there is if.
Jane. Do you hope or not, there are if.
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