The image of the rhythm of the title has begun to show cruel beauty unceremoniously.
Sad clowns cry forever
, funny clowns are just a long wry
cry and laughter, but twisted from one extreme to the other, a tangle of joy and sorrow, and tears of joy.
Sadness, when the thick can't be dissolved, turns into deep hatred, and this is the prelude to revenge!
Love, when obsessed, becomes possessive, and that is the beginning of madness!
Death, on impulse, became a joke, and in the end, it became a joke!
Beneath the jaw-dropping hideous mask was a face that had already been beyond recognition.
This is a heart-wrenching movie.
The Spanish understanding of cruelty is always so coquettish.
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