Self-interest exists. Attachment of being personal gains exists. Complacence exists. But not love....其实兰波也是相信真爱才会和那个“秃头丑陋酗酒“的老头纠缠这么久..结局太好了..魏尔伦喝了absinth之后出现的幻想吗..i found it, what, eternity, where the sun mingled with the sea.
If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone and sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.