Cyrano de Bergerac

Watched this years ago when I was in University. It digged into my heart deeply. What a hopless romantic role.

Cyrano, a master swordsman and poet, feels he cannot have his beloved Roxane due to an unfortunate phsical flaw: his grotesquely large nose. Resigning himself to helping another suitor, the dashing yet tongue-tied Christain, Cyrano uses his mastery of words to win Roxane for him. But when Roxane finds that she has fallen for Christian's mind - And not for his beauty. He knows that too late yet he still keeps the dream for her till both Christian and he died. She knows all the words are from Cyrano after he died. What a tragedy.

Picked it out and have a third-time-watching. As usual, I cried like no tomorrow. Tears just dropping out which I can't control. I cannot bear regretness in lives. There are so many things that we can't control.I think deep down in our heart, all gals want such a lover. Me either. Is the one exists that love us so much? I know I have one.

After so many faliure, I found that I still finding cleverness and intelligence in the one. But it's not easy to find. There may be many out there seems smart and good at pretending they are intelligent. Yet they don't have generosity and wisdom. A perfect one is not easy to find. I won't compromise.