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这是一场发生在世界末日即将来临时的末世之恋。流行病学家苏珊（伊娃·格林 Eva Green）与餐厅主厨麦克（伊万·麦克格雷格 Ewan McGregor）相识、相恋，但无奈此时此刻的世界正在遭受一场新型流行病的侵袭。随着流行病的蔓延，患者会伴随着情绪失控逐渐丧失味觉、嗅觉 、听觉、直至最后丧失视觉。虽然苏珊和麦克都尽量努力避免患病，但当作为厨师的麦克不再能尝出食物的味道，作为科学家的苏珊也渐渐丧失感觉，这对末世情人便已知晓无人能够逃脱这场灭顶之灾。两人于是选择珍惜仅有的彼此，最后在逐渐模糊的视线中拥抱住对方。热播电视剧最新电影龙之家族第二季老去影里2019少女命案疑云漂亮书生谁说我们不会爱2米开朗基罗2018魔术大揭秘终极报复芳心天涯牛玉儒超能兔战队倩女奇冤猎龙王幕后杀手喜爱夜蒲3二郎神之深海蛟龙吃货皇后2安德烈·卢布廖夫大阪暗金盗窃战老炮儿(网络剧)新扎师妹3粤语版准许凯文·哈特：管他呢平凡英雄1990她写的诗家有正太第二季地下决战
这是一场发生在世界末日即将来临时的末世之恋。流行病学家苏珊（伊娃·格林 Eva Green）与餐厅主厨麦克（伊万·麦克格雷格 Ewan McGregor）相识、相恋，但无奈此时此刻的世界正在遭受一场新型流行病的侵袭。随着流行病的蔓延，患者会伴随着情绪失控逐渐丧失味觉、嗅觉 、听觉、直至最后丧失视觉。虽然苏珊和麦克都尽量努力避免患病，但当作为厨师的麦克不再能尝出食物的味道，作为科学家的苏珊也渐渐丧失感觉，这对末世情人便已知晓无人能够逃脱这场灭顶之灾。两人于是选择珍惜仅有的彼此，最后在逐渐模糊的视线中拥抱住对方。热播电视剧最新电影龙之家族第二季老去影里2019少女命案疑云漂亮书生谁说我们不会爱2米开朗基罗2018魔术大揭秘终极报复芳心天涯牛玉儒超能兔战队倩女奇冤猎龙王幕后杀手喜爱夜蒲3二郎神之深海蛟龙吃货皇后2安德烈·卢布廖夫大阪暗金盗窃战老炮儿(网络剧)新扎师妹3粤语版准许凯文·哈特：管他呢平凡英雄1990她写的诗家有正太第二季地下决战
长篇影评
1 ) 我记了一些喜欢的台词。
There is darkness and there is light.
There are men and women.
There’s food.
There are restaurants.
Disease.
There’s work.
Traffic.
The days as we know them.
The world as we imagine the world.
-Well, you’ve been sick.
-Not sick, just unhappy.
-Well, it’s the same thing.
One day, son, you’ll be in love.
And you’ll be miserable.
That’s your karma.
Truly in love and miserable.
Overwhelmed with grief.
People are hit with all that they’ve lost.
Lovers they never had.
All the departed friend.
They think of all the people they’ve hurt.
First, overwhelmed with grief.
And then no sense of smell.
That’s the disease.
Life goes on.
The food becomes spicier, saltier, more sweet, more sour.
You get used to it.
The greater loss are all the memories that are no longer triggered.
Smell and memory were connected in the brain.
Cinnamon might have remained you of your grandmother’s apron.
The scent of cut hay could evoke a childhood fear of cows.
Diesel oil might bring back memories of your first ferry crossing.
Without smell, an ocean of past images disappears.
-What shall we do now?
-Well, now you could invite me back to your place.
-Don’t know if I will.
-Well, you…you can just start walking home, and I’ll follow you.
I can’t die alone.
That’s how it’ll end.
Without anybody loving me.
It betrays itself.
Your body, it takes away the color of your skin.
And betrays your spirit.
Pissing and bleeding and fucking puss is coming out of your ear.
I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it!
At the end, you’re all alone.
You die on your own and it gets all dark.
All your body, it turns to fucking soup.
First the terror.
And then a moment of hunger.
It’s still out there.
The world.
Slowly things return to normal and life goes on.
People do what they did before as best they can.
Within a few weeks, taste becomes a distant memory.
And different sensations take its place.
In restaurants, it’s all about offering another person dinner, letting yourself be waited on, listening to the trickle of wine and the clink of glassed.
Not only has the food received special attention, but also the temperature of the food and its consistency.
And we tried it all, from the freezing cold to the scorching hot.
It was dry, it was moist, it was crisp, it was spongy, it was crunchy and it was all at the highest level, up to and including the dessert- a light pudding with caramelized nuts and a bright orange sorbet, and a dark blue coulis on blackberries and blackcurrant.
Chew on that.
Life goes on.
My ovaries are crippled.
My eggs are no good.
Because of not eating.
I pretend that I’m not that into them, that I have an interesting job.
You could smell there was something wrong inside her, like something damp, something from a basement.
I make myself go and visit her grave.
I go there to feel guilty, you know?
I thought I would feel guilty for the rest of my life but, actually it’s starting to fade.
-You’re an arsehole.
-I am.
-It works. It works. You’re making me yours.
-I’m an arsehole.
-So am I.
-A couple of arseholes.
-Mr and Mrs arsehole.
“I think it’s OK to panic now.”
And that’s basically what the world does.
Rage.
Anger.
Hatred.
And then the loss of another sense.
All the unaffected can do is wait.
There are two movements now.
There are the people who run through the streets, grabbing all they can.
People who don’t believe in anything but the end of the world.
Then there’s the other movement- farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty.
Those who believe that life will go on somehow, or just don’t know what else to do.
People prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.
They concentrate on the things that are important to them.
All the things beyond fat and flour.
The cold must have hit them like a blow from a club.
That’s how the darkness descends upon the world.
But first the shining moments.
A shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe.
A profound appreciation of what it means to be alive.
But most of all, a shared urge to reach out to one another.
To offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love.
It’s dark now, but they feel each other’s breath, and they know all they need to know.
They kiss, and they feel each other’s tears on their cheeks.
And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers caressing each other’s faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them.
Because that is how life goes on.
Like that.
There are men and women.
There’s food.
There are restaurants.
Disease.
There’s work.
Traffic.
The days as we know them.
The world as we imagine the world.
-Well, you’ve been sick.
-Not sick, just unhappy.
-Well, it’s the same thing.
One day, son, you’ll be in love.
And you’ll be miserable.
That’s your karma.
Truly in love and miserable.
Overwhelmed with grief.
People are hit with all that they’ve lost.
Lovers they never had.
All the departed friend.
They think of all the people they’ve hurt.
First, overwhelmed with grief.
And then no sense of smell.
That’s the disease.
Life goes on.
The food becomes spicier, saltier, more sweet, more sour.
You get used to it.
The greater loss are all the memories that are no longer triggered.
Smell and memory were connected in the brain.
Cinnamon might have remained you of your grandmother’s apron.
The scent of cut hay could evoke a childhood fear of cows.
Diesel oil might bring back memories of your first ferry crossing.
Without smell, an ocean of past images disappears.
-What shall we do now?
-Well, now you could invite me back to your place.
-Don’t know if I will.
-Well, you…you can just start walking home, and I’ll follow you.
I can’t die alone.
That’s how it’ll end.
Without anybody loving me.
It betrays itself.
Your body, it takes away the color of your skin.
And betrays your spirit.
Pissing and bleeding and fucking puss is coming out of your ear.
I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it!
At the end, you’re all alone.
You die on your own and it gets all dark.
All your body, it turns to fucking soup.
First the terror.
And then a moment of hunger.
It’s still out there.
The world.
Slowly things return to normal and life goes on.
People do what they did before as best they can.
Within a few weeks, taste becomes a distant memory.
And different sensations take its place.
In restaurants, it’s all about offering another person dinner, letting yourself be waited on, listening to the trickle of wine and the clink of glassed.
Not only has the food received special attention, but also the temperature of the food and its consistency.
And we tried it all, from the freezing cold to the scorching hot.
It was dry, it was moist, it was crisp, it was spongy, it was crunchy and it was all at the highest level, up to and including the dessert- a light pudding with caramelized nuts and a bright orange sorbet, and a dark blue coulis on blackberries and blackcurrant.
Chew on that.
Life goes on.
My ovaries are crippled.
My eggs are no good.
Because of not eating.
I pretend that I’m not that into them, that I have an interesting job.
You could smell there was something wrong inside her, like something damp, something from a basement.
I make myself go and visit her grave.
I go there to feel guilty, you know?
I thought I would feel guilty for the rest of my life but, actually it’s starting to fade.
-You’re an arsehole.
-I am.
-It works. It works. You’re making me yours.
-I’m an arsehole.
-So am I.
-A couple of arseholes.
-Mr and Mrs arsehole.
“I think it’s OK to panic now.”
And that’s basically what the world does.
Rage.
Anger.
Hatred.
And then the loss of another sense.
All the unaffected can do is wait.
There are two movements now.
There are the people who run through the streets, grabbing all they can.
People who don’t believe in anything but the end of the world.
Then there’s the other movement- farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty.
Those who believe that life will go on somehow, or just don’t know what else to do.
People prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.
They concentrate on the things that are important to them.
All the things beyond fat and flour.
The cold must have hit them like a blow from a club.
That’s how the darkness descends upon the world.
But first the shining moments.
A shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe.
A profound appreciation of what it means to be alive.
But most of all, a shared urge to reach out to one another.
To offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love.
It’s dark now, but they feel each other’s breath, and they know all they need to know.
They kiss, and they feel each other’s tears on their cheeks.
And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers caressing each other’s faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them.
Because that is how life goes on.
Like that.
2 ) why you look sorrow
《完美感觉》
你生过病么？我是指那种很严重的病，你站在眼光下，和别人一起站在阳光下，阳光打在你们的皮肤上，但是你知道你和他们都不同，你身上带着病毒或者别的什么恶疾，你站在阳光下，随时面对死亡。
影片中讲述了末日来临前，人类集体开始逐渐失去嗅觉、味觉、听觉，最后失去视觉，在这个悲伤压抑的过程里，却也让一对情侣相遇他们讲述自己的故事，做爱，吵架，分离，最后在失去听觉的那个清晨，他们在那个阳光异常透明的清晨，好像有预感似的奔向彼此，相拥在黑暗里，没有气味，没有声音，没有味道，没有眉目的模样，只有胸膛相依，脸颊相贴，眼泪的温度和心跳的震动。
我们会面对疾病，面对死亡，人事实上是向死而生的，只是这个过程被丢在近百年的时间长河里总是容易被遗忘。但是我们知道生活总是会继续，爱也是。
你生过病么？我是指那种很严重的病，你站在眼光下，和别人一起站在阳光下，阳光打在你们的皮肤上，但是你知道你和他们都不同，你身上带着病毒或者别的什么恶疾，你站在阳光下，随时面对死亡。
影片中讲述了末日来临前，人类集体开始逐渐失去嗅觉、味觉、听觉，最后失去视觉，在这个悲伤压抑的过程里，却也让一对情侣相遇他们讲述自己的故事，做爱，吵架，分离，最后在失去听觉的那个清晨，他们在那个阳光异常透明的清晨，好像有预感似的奔向彼此，相拥在黑暗里，没有气味，没有声音，没有味道，没有眉目的模样，只有胸膛相依，脸颊相贴，眼泪的温度和心跳的震动。
我们会面对疾病，面对死亡，人事实上是向死而生的，只是这个过程被丢在近百年的时间长河里总是容易被遗忘。但是我们知道生活总是会继续，爱也是。
3 ) 地球毁灭之前，让我们紧拥这感觉
一场毁灭性的疾病席卷了世界，它传染的特征是，因为大脑组织对于病毒的初阶反应，病毒首先击溃人的感情底线，让人突然感情崩溃，是为感染的前兆，悲伤、绝望被无限放大，人们通常恸哭失常。紧接着，五官官能逐步丧失：嗅觉，味觉，听觉，最后则是最重要的视觉。
当这末世即将到来之前，Ewan McGregor饰演的Michael，这位厨师，遇到了他一眼即认定的真爱，Eva Green饰演的医生Susan，两人在地球毁灭之前匆匆相遇，并且相爱。因为爱情，他们至死不渝，心手相牵。
电影名Perfect Sense中的Sense，和人类的感官Sense同为一词，电影中人的五感逐渐消失，道德法则逐渐失灵，人与人之间的唯一信仰，只剩下感情可以维系，可感情感情，也必须先要有“感”，才能有“情”，当人的感知系统都已经通通消失，人与人之间的爱是否还依旧存在，依旧能成为末世信仰呢？
导演David Mackenzie开创了苏格兰电影的先河，引领出像Danny Boyle之类优秀的导演，他们的作品色彩鲜明，剪辑高速，处处有着独到的睿智。这部电影中，他选用了丹麦作家Kim Fupz Aakeson的作品，故事线索并不复杂，讲述的却是人类在面对世界消亡之前的不同接纳方式，以图展现人之所以为人的那些特质。
可惜题材虽好，导演却也没能拍出新意。电影试图营造的一种逼近世界灭亡的绝望，仅仅通过各地的人群因为病毒侵袭而逐渐癫狂的行为来展现，荒诞之余却少了震撼：我们看到人们暴怒、悲恸，人们争抢食物，不知所措，可真正的绝望不在于情绪的宣泄，而在于信仰的放弃，即便导演在非洲、亚洲和其他地区都有拍摄片段，却没能让人感觉灾难的宏大、人类的无望。相对比较同是英国电影的《惊变28天》，同样是灾难降临，电影一开场的万人空巷，空城死地的几个镜头，就把那种苍凉和绝望展现无余。该片唯一的新奇之处仅仅在于听觉丧失的那一段：电影也选择了静音处理，给观众以失聪的代入感，但这不过是依照剧本而来的设定，也不算手段高明。
电影着墨甚多的Ewan和Eva的爱情，本该是我们在这绝境之中看到的唯一曙光，可惜两人的感情萌芽始于对彼此的肉体的感觉，也仅仅在世界灭亡前通过性爱维系，肉体的成分多，爱情的成分少。当然，最后他们还是在一切消失殆尽之前确定了对彼此的爱，感情终于在一切丧失之前让他们找到彼此。
Ewan和Eva的表演都不错，各自的几场情绪失控都很出色，发挥了应有的水平。当他们在床上紧紧相拥，势要fuck till the end of the world的时刻；当他们在浴缸里欢乐地戏水，喂彼此吃下洗浴用品的时刻；当他们在一切谢幕之前找到彼此，紧紧相拥的时刻，我们都相信爱的力量，爱终会在黑暗过后点亮我们的心房。
不管前路如何孤绝，这一刻，让我们紧拥这感觉。
当这末世即将到来之前，Ewan McGregor饰演的Michael，这位厨师，遇到了他一眼即认定的真爱，Eva Green饰演的医生Susan，两人在地球毁灭之前匆匆相遇，并且相爱。因为爱情，他们至死不渝，心手相牵。
电影名Perfect Sense中的Sense，和人类的感官Sense同为一词，电影中人的五感逐渐消失，道德法则逐渐失灵，人与人之间的唯一信仰，只剩下感情可以维系，可感情感情，也必须先要有“感”，才能有“情”，当人的感知系统都已经通通消失，人与人之间的爱是否还依旧存在，依旧能成为末世信仰呢？
导演David Mackenzie开创了苏格兰电影的先河，引领出像Danny Boyle之类优秀的导演，他们的作品色彩鲜明，剪辑高速，处处有着独到的睿智。这部电影中，他选用了丹麦作家Kim Fupz Aakeson的作品，故事线索并不复杂，讲述的却是人类在面对世界消亡之前的不同接纳方式，以图展现人之所以为人的那些特质。
可惜题材虽好，导演却也没能拍出新意。电影试图营造的一种逼近世界灭亡的绝望，仅仅通过各地的人群因为病毒侵袭而逐渐癫狂的行为来展现，荒诞之余却少了震撼：我们看到人们暴怒、悲恸，人们争抢食物，不知所措，可真正的绝望不在于情绪的宣泄，而在于信仰的放弃，即便导演在非洲、亚洲和其他地区都有拍摄片段，却没能让人感觉灾难的宏大、人类的无望。相对比较同是英国电影的《惊变28天》，同样是灾难降临，电影一开场的万人空巷，空城死地的几个镜头，就把那种苍凉和绝望展现无余。该片唯一的新奇之处仅仅在于听觉丧失的那一段：电影也选择了静音处理，给观众以失聪的代入感，但这不过是依照剧本而来的设定，也不算手段高明。
电影着墨甚多的Ewan和Eva的爱情，本该是我们在这绝境之中看到的唯一曙光，可惜两人的感情萌芽始于对彼此的肉体的感觉，也仅仅在世界灭亡前通过性爱维系，肉体的成分多，爱情的成分少。当然，最后他们还是在一切消失殆尽之前确定了对彼此的爱，感情终于在一切丧失之前让他们找到彼此。
Ewan和Eva的表演都不错，各自的几场情绪失控都很出色，发挥了应有的水平。当他们在床上紧紧相拥，势要fuck till the end of the world的时刻；当他们在浴缸里欢乐地戏水，喂彼此吃下洗浴用品的时刻；当他们在一切谢幕之前找到彼此，紧紧相拥的时刻，我们都相信爱的力量，爱终会在黑暗过后点亮我们的心房。
不管前路如何孤绝，这一刻，让我们紧拥这感觉。
4 ) 后期制作毁了
作为又一部亮相圣丹斯电影节的独立电影制作，《完美感觉》的抱负和真诚十足可见。然而就电影本身而言却败笔甚多。像是一个寓言式的故事，电影讲述世界各地的人们面临一种不知名的疾病，各种感觉逐一丧失。在这样的世界末日中，两个人如何继续相爱呢？爱情，在末日到来的时候还重要吗？故事的基调不够真实，拍出的效果又不虚构。好像《完美感觉》的两难尴尬境地，好创意却坏了电影。 《完美感觉》的男女主角伊万和伊娃都是绝对有魅力的人，让他们来诠释末日到来时候的爱情，理应刻骨铭心。谁知道电影却在人物塑造方面不给力，明明是一段荡气回肠的爱情，却被导演拍成“反正世界都这样了，你们就凑合搭伙过日子吧”的漫不经心。连末日的爱情都不感人，电影自然无法触动人心。更何况那时不时就要来一大段的旁白，简直把大道理都说全说透了。爱，当然重要，但招架不住电影不遗余力、甚至动用旁白来跟观众们解释这一切的意义，然后将“爱最珍贵”这一主题毫无遮掩地展现在人们面前。这岂不是藐视了观众的理解力？于是好好的一个主题，最后沦为惹人嫌的滥情，无处安放。故事是好的 剧本是好的 制作不给力
5 ) 即便病态，我依然喜爱伊娃·格林的美
《完美感觉》。7分。
大卫·马肯兹导演、伊万·麦克格雷格、伊娃·格林主演作品。
讲真，这个故事我完全不能接受。
即便它站在所谓人类生存的高度，探讨了许多宏大而又民生的话题，最后落在每一个人的味觉、嗅觉、听觉等等上。
但它并没有一个像样的故事，也没有一段正经的爱情，更不是人类一次伟大的救赎。它就是导演莫名的表达，未知的恐惧，甚至无病的呻吟。片中大量的镜头我都无法接受，它的病态、狂躁、失语都令我恶心。
但又怎么样呢？
这个导演曾经拍出了我无比喜爱的《赴汤蹈火》，而且最特么我无法忍受的，他竟然让伊娃·格林脱了……
6 ) 太过文艺的科幻片
太过文艺的科幻片，为了文艺放弃了节奏，基本上就靠着两位主演的名气和演技在支撑着，不敢想象，如果换两位名气稍小的，影片还能有这样的吸引力和评价吗？虽然有内涵，可一味文艺的手法表现还是有些偏执了点。。。
life goes on什么的，还是算了吧，一切在一初就可以戛然止住了。BGM美❤
1st:对我来说是史上最完美卡司，导演风格的最佳诠释者。末日背景下的爱，根本是没有办法拒绝的主题，很鸡汤，却一击命中///4th 2015.11.30：还是最喜欢浴缸里那段，日后也要与男友玩make me special.//6th：疫情背景下，时隔两年再看，依然最喜欢。
又见eva green的美丽身体。故事有些故弄玄虚，想要说明的太多了，难以消化。
可以视为《传染病》的延续，形、声、色、味消失殆尽，黑暗中触觉才能穿越心灵，成为彼此信仰的坚持。
the life is being .......
没有来由的病。症状：哭，失去味觉。怒，失去听觉。笑，失去视觉。光这个创意就足够四星。近年末日片特别多，这部恐怕是投资最小的一部，却是给我带来最深触动的一部。最终无尽黑暗，音乐循环，脚离不开电影院。最后照例@亵渎电影 求原声。
文藝版《傳染病》，災難版《初學者》。ewan越來越文藝了。。
文艺至极，构架是Eva每段充满末日美感的旁白，配乐，不安的镜头与定格照片的组接。对于Ewan有几个很秒的点：他是个厨师，骑山地车，帽衫，身边有人便难以入睡。A beautiful apocalyptic movie, it has one of the most beautiful endings I've ever seen and Imo, Ewan is the best kisser ever
伊娃的声音缓缓响起时以为是文艺片，看到生吃鱼和猪的时候又以为是末世恐怖片，结果看完是一则寓言，故事说的很流畅，无论要表达人的孤寂还是爱情的脆弱，都引起了片刻沉思。另外伊娃和伊娃居然非常搭。
虽然并不完美但值得给五星：1）表达不可表达之物：嗅觉，味觉（这点马肯兹比提克威聪明）2、听觉丧失那段太妙了。3）剪辑很有趣（金将军中枪），旁白主导，有些强了。4、小清新科幻片，当然，又是金融海啸的隐喻。
不是文艺是瘟疫。“即使明天是世界末日我仍要种我的小苹果树”。不能说不能听不能嗅不能尝的时候，厨师们仍旧认认真真做菜；变聋前最后一句希望听到“我爱你”，变盲前最后一件事是·找到你。（瘟疫表现有点老套，略糙。跟《时间规划局》一样，超棒的架构和设定未能发挥到极致，导演力有未逮）
电影展示了生活到底能压缩到什么程度，随着五感的消亡，人们从恐慌到愤怒，继而疯狂。信念一次又一次地坍塌，当秩序一次又一次地建立，支持着人们活下去的到底是坚强还是无奈？画外音说他们相信生活还是会继续，又或者也不知道该做些什么。好死不如赖活着，就是颠扑不灭的真理。
失去嗅觉之前闻到爱之将近，失去味觉之前饱尝人世，失去听觉之前记得说爱你，失去视觉之前突然想见你的脸……这是我面对逐渐覆灭的末世，能做出最美丽温柔的姿势。
文艺过头的世界末日，床戏过火的伊万伊娃。
比预想中的要好，就好像圣经式的寓言故事，神在某天夺走人的嗅觉，某天夺走人的味觉……每次失去感觉之前还要有一种与之相对应的情绪，比如愤怒、悲伤等。麦克格雷格与伊娃·格林的表演也都不错，
即使嗅觉、味觉和听觉消失了，即使视觉最后没了，全世界进入永远的黑暗，相爱的两个人还有触觉，相爱相拥依旧是完美感觉。寓言式的全球疾病，人类自身的感官功能蜕化，一场弥漫着心理惊悚气息的末日之恋。这么美的两个人，这么美的一段真爱，世界末日也无所谓了。伊万又露鸟了，惊鸿一瞥。★★★☆
我们遭遇一个知觉消失的年代，好象遭遇一场传染病。在悲伤中失去嗅觉(回忆能力)，恐惧中失去味觉（体验能力），愤怒中失去听觉(倾听能力)，狂欢中失去视觉（欣赏能力）。如果物质越发丰富，换来的却是灵魂越发麻木，到头来我们还是一无所有，Crippled Inside 。
紀實戲劇交錯的恐怖氣氛倒蠻好的，後段靜音部份處理得也好。但頗有點顧影自憐的賣弄（那激情戲和無意義的露點），兩個人的感情處理得也頗想當然，他們的所謂“愛情”基本就是在瘋狂做愛
生命的最终意义是与你相拥。
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