After her husband died, she was like an orphan with no relatives, walking in the wilderness. Whenever she wants to reconcile with herself and wants to be salvaged ashore, she sinks more and more. But one day in the late autumn, she was playing a tune that was played on her husband's radio when she was doing dishes in the kitchen twenty years ago. Step on the autumn leaves and decide to die with a revolver in hand.
How long ago was that? He inherited the depression gene of his father who committed suicide by swallowing a gun, and became a hostile wife and a mean mother. The weird person in everyone's eyes, that day she was lying in her lover's arms, discussing elopement, and the peeled apple turned into a green snake and slipped away from her feet. My lover died in a car accident that night. Years later, she was hysterical about her perfect husband: The day I was going to leave you, I could have left you.
I've heard a word - abyss face, and I've always wondered what kind of face it was, Olive's face. Due to the premature transparency, wisdom and sensitivity, and thus the real face presented. Naked like a container that carries all the phenomena of life, people are courteous, hypocritical, and kind, and she tries her best to keep her insignificant decency and dignity in this world that mocks failure. In the late autumn after her husband's death, she burst into tears after she failed to commit suicide.
Where is she weird, she may be your grandmother or your mother.
I don't know how much emotion people can share as children, parents, lovers, and friends in this life, and whether they can connect with each other through their emotions and understand each other to resonate in a real sense, and whether they can give up bad parts for others. It's not because I lost it that I finally gave up that part of myself. Come back, let's try again.
I probably really agree that people who write such a script and have such a character experience will commit suicide before the age of 30. I don't think anyone's life would be harsh if they spent four hours watching this. I love dead actresses like Pell and Cohen, I really can't handle them, the abyss face, the life face, the literary face. When I watch an actress and notice strands of hair I know she can.
Olive ended up lying beside Jack who was also widowed and staring at the seabirds outside the window. She said:
It baffles, this world. I dont want to leave it yet.
The world frustrates me, I don't want to leave
At that moment, I think she finally stepped on the fallen leaves and walked into the forest alone, closing her eyes in the darkest place. Thinking of this, I almost burst into tears.
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