Love is just a flash in the pan.
The most wonderful moment of love is only a fleeting moment.
Like fireworks and shooting stars, it cannot be caught.
Love is just a person's fantasy.
The one who loves is the one deep inside, the phantom.
Maybe that phantom was himself.
Love has always been a personal thing.
One cry, one laugh, one hate, one love.
Everything is done to get.
In order not to lose, it is so compromising and desperate.
I also don't think Roman Polanski is so dark and twisted.
Roman Polanski is closer to life than Kim Kidd's extreme.
Which couple is not like this, meet, fall in love, quarrel, break up, reconcile.
So back and forth, like a circle.
We thought we were just tired and thought it wouldn't be the case in another situation.
Every quarrel is a big fight, like a serious illness, we are so determined and cruel, and no one is willing to admit defeat.
Sometimes it's for freedom.
Freedom should not be bound by anything, including the beloved, you.
Do we love ourselves more than others.
only.
After this entanglement.
I found that all I have left is you.
I still have you.
Love is not beautiful.
In addition to arguing, it is still arguing.
We are tired of countless arguments, breakups and reconciliations.
How can love be beautiful? Love is not.
Mutual torment is far from enough, there will be heartache afterward, for you, heartache.
I thought we were just tired of not really loving that person in our hearts.
The seven-year itch also exists.
Passion is nowhere to be found.
It turned out that I have always loved you.
Actually we are all afraid.
I am afraid that I will no longer love that person.
Let's hug each other tightly.
that's it.
View more about Bitter Moon reviews
