“but she is my butterfly.”少年溥儀面對【duì】著那么一群自稱是他的媽媽的妝畫得像僵尸的先王遺妃,丟掉了自己依賴的阿嬤,無助而哀傷。他剛剛從一個(gè)帝王的謊言中被擊醒,就立刻失去他人生最溫暖的港灣。那個(gè)女人被匆匆忙忙地趕上那頂灰蒙蒙的轎子,因?yàn)樽辖抢锊恍枰粋€(gè)年過十...
We can't play God, unless we sacrifice ourselves. Who says, anything is better than nothing. Who knows, the price of that anything. We can't change the past. Then how can we change the future? Coz what we will have tomorrow, all depends on what happened yes...
隨著不經(jīng)意的揮刀,飛濺的番茄醬有國產(chǎn)爛劇風(fēng)范,1 V N 有三國無雙的范; 不知為何,每個(gè)演員的演技都看不出來; 打斗的動作假,和大姐頭拼刀也很假,看得出導(dǎo)演不在乎這個(gè),他在乎砍掉得腦袋里面有腦仁而且不應(yīng)該流太多血,因?yàn)槟X子里沒多少血管,他在乎砍掉得胳膊得【dé】噴泉,畢...
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