The hard torment is just to recover the love that was taken away by God, to live on blood, to survive, in the baptism of purgatory, the time is so long, my favorite bride, when we meet again, will you still know me? All that torture just makes me miss you even more, in the dead castle, with those satanic demons I miss you so much, where are you dear? Four hundred years later, I finally learned of your whereabouts, my favorite bride, no matter what the cost, I will find you back, you are my life, you are my everything.
He looked at me with sad eyes, the stranger who claimed to be the prince, his eyes seemed so familiar. He made me a little scared, but made my heart a little sad. We had dinner together and he told me stories about him and his princess, and it all seemed as if I had seen it with my own eyes. When the princess threw herself into the river, I was also extremely sad. I'm getting married with my fiancé and going to church where he heals from his injuries. The moment I was about to leave, I missed my prince very much. He was sad and sad, but I still left and left my prince behind.
My beautiful bride married someone else and left me again, I hate God, I'm going to make London a dead city.
My prince, forgive me. I still love you, let me become like you, become a devil, I will always be with you, never be apart.
This kind of love, can you and I bear it? The love is too deep and heavy, and the hurt can never be made up. If the lowness of the cello can whisper sad love songs, then only blood can baptize anger, and love can heal a hundred years of pain.
The British picture, like the London weather, has been surrounded by gloom. The film is still a bit disappointing. Maybe the expectations were too high before, so the greater the disappointment. The four hundred years of love does not seem to be as profound as it is expressed, and too many pictures are distracting.
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