By the end of the movie, it doesn't tell us what kind of person Rachel is - and of course it doesn't matter. Love comes from one person's imagination of another person, the truth is never important, what matters is the truth you believe. When I love you, even if the whole world rejects you, I still believe in you, because you are my world; and in the same way, once our trust is cracked, even if there is no conclusive evidence, my heart has already made a judgment - this is. Philip's view of love is also that of first love. But this madness, for a young man who has just begun to love, can be just a dream, and if he wakes up, forget it; but for a widow, it is the realm of life and death. We can't simply decide what's right or wrong. Neither the movie nor the original tells us the so-called "truth". In the end, we only understand one thing: the hangings executed at the crossroads in the past are still such things, and life is Evidence, executed by love.
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