He hugged Lucy, blood splattered her face
Vision, blood on the ground, long music, the screen ended
Ten years later, this image is still reverberating
The most cruel scene in the world is this
The end of obsession is to destroy it by myself
Lucy is his obsession
Damn everyone who hurts her
including himself
never forget nor forgive
Therefore, the second half of life must be revenge
Such people with blood on their hands
In the end, I couldn't forgive myself
Damn them, damn Lovett, damn herself
The wheel of fortune has traveled to this moment, there is no way to turn back
That's the meaning of his life
also the meaning of death
blood on face
Cut throat again and again
pierced vein jet
Not enough to be a reason for darkness
"She has yellow hair
This is my only memory
but it doesn't matter
live like a walking dead
better in her name."
mentioned in Johanna's trio
Maybe you're not what I remember
Maybe not as holy and flawless as she is
But so what?
I still have reason to take solace
The road ahead is still clearly visible
I'm sinking into myself, even if I miss you less and less
I understand, I understand
I understand that I beautify you too much
But this is my belief
Faith that lasts the rest of your life
Other than that, there is no other reason to live
Just need a god to illuminate, even if I have fallen into darkness
i like black color
If there is no light, black is not so black
So, I dare to say goodbye to you
not because i love you
but when darkness becomes a habit
I can get rid of my dependence on the light and sink completely
but i failed
Killed his own wife
All the reasons for self-deception are no longer valid
From this moment, there is no way to reconcile myself
You can't even lie to yourself
everything is meaningless
revenge? it's ridiculous
Even I have become my own laughing stock
Lucy, I've come home again
Lucy, oh my god
His expression, I can't believe it, it hurts my heart
The belief that supported me has collapsed
How to face this self in the future
Before it's time to get ready to be darkness itself
the light has gone out
no place to stay
You can't even deceive yourself
Maybe the cruelest place in the world
As for Lovett
Her cautiousness, her accommodating, her love
I understand but I am not involved
She's not my ideal
between light and shadow
Gray is not the color I want
Only absolute light can pull me back from absolute darkness
When the light in fantasy is extinguished
Death is the only antidote
How can I be honest with myself?
The stained blood distorted his face
even hideous
Such a man yearns for the light
Butcher knife becomes justice
The stump in the meat grinder has become a necessity of faith
Maybe there's no black and white at all
Only the despair of self-disintegration
At least, death is also an exit
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