Dammei

This is a story of love and deception.

Last night I also review by David Cronenberg director of the film "M. Butterfly".

Story that began in Puccini's famous opera "Madame Butterfly".She played Madame Butterfly captured his heart.As that story,they love the.

He  called her Butterfly,beautiful and mysterious butterfly.
From the beginning of love, to the reunion a few years later,he still did not know "Butterfly" is a man.

In this film,I was reall touched that men play the women's "butterfly".Although this is a hoax, "butterfly" is falling in love with that diplomats.

Most of the contents of the film has been immersed in the opera "M.Butterfly"the aesthetic and romantic atmosphere,until John long grasp the last chance,in the face of lover ture unreservedly demonstrated himself,desire to shoot for lover of their homosexual love.Unfortunately,the refusal to be the answer.He used one after many years of lies to destroy all the diplomats,and that diplomat only one sentence on the destruction of his own.
He deceives lover in the same time,but also to deceive their own for many years.After all, not his own love of that woman.The diplomat was in this terrible lie completely knockout and choose to commit suicide before,he gave his last consolation is "true story of the people I know,they will envy,because I received a most gentle treatment of women." He always love a woman,although a man-made woman.

Diplomats at least left the real memories, and he himself are all false, identity, sex, love…… this is true only a hoax.

Excerpt from 《London》 film critic

They said,a person recalled the last time to start is the beginning of the elderly.Then it began believe that the fate ?

 ... ...

I don't know, they will remember how long the other side,but certainly not as Sid said "not you, I never fell in love with other people," London said "a long time to go through a long time,I will love you like,fell in love with someone " is probably the normal state of life.

In a moment of life,  we feel that they have exhausted a lifetime of all, to love, to miss.But we really don't konw, at that time only a  paragraph of a lifetime.We mercilessly forget some people,to own up to gussie and also met some people,then fall in love again and
heartbreaking... ...The first person and those things,recalled the time or even suspected to be really happened.This is part of our grow up,part of the life of twists and turns.

However,I still feel thatove in the time, regardless of all!

《Lay your sleeping head, my love》

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

-- W.H.Auden

I love this poem.It from the British poet W.H.Auden .