Reality is cruel but full of beauty, hope is beautiful but full of cruelty. Some people want to ease their death, even if it is only a year, a month, a day; some people choose to go towards disillusionment.
The beautiful beginning always makes people faintly uneasy, it seems that there are some inexplicable turbulence under the smooth water surface. However, the turbulence did not appear, and the plot was like a huge iceberg, showing a little face, but leaving more parts below the water surface. If you want to dig, you will always find some sadness in the beauty, just like the first kiss of the hero and heroine. If you want to dig, you will always find some beauty in sadness, just like the tight embrace of the hero and heroine on the road.
Others are hell. It's like the book full of benevolence, righteousness and morality is full of cannibalism, maybe my interpretation is wrong. While saving human life, human life is always sacrificed. People who are tired of running seem to be tired of thinking. It is beautiful now. Why do we expect to go back to the past, to go back to the dark past, tormented by disease. To be tortured by conscience may be easier, perhaps, it will not even be tortured, because conscience has been wiped out in the words "destined".
Why didn't they run away, even by suicide. They accepted their destiny, maybe they shouldn't have. Live strong, and then burst into a distressed smile. In this world, there are too many lives that we can't do anything to save like in the movie.
Looking for love in order to live, when we can't live, we think that we have loved, although we are very unwilling and unwilling, but the moment when we close our eyes is no longer so painful. Those who stay are even more painful, because she will also hope to watch for a while, maybe, on the horizon in the distance, there will be a figure that will never appear again.
In each other's paintings, do you see the soul of the other party, and do you see your own love? There are infinite souls in art, which makes people almost forget that the soul itself comes from people. Look for the bewildering answer in it, and even if you have the answer, the outcome is difficult to change.
Through the thick wormwood bushes, the sea could be seen, and the stranded ship slumped on the soft sand, perhaps waiting for the next high tide in order to sail to the sea. Or maybe it just stayed there silently, looking at the sea and thinking: Never let me go.
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