One month, two months, boys, girls, him, him, him, her, him, her...
Pofilia's here, she's here.
I got out, I thought I got out, but I didn't. What's funny is that I've been lying to myself for the last two years. I'm scared of a sudden awakening because of the play? Because of life? Or both?
I used to think at home when I wasn't rehearsing, why should I be playing Pofilia? Haven't you suffered enough? Why do you have to add pain? Weighted a few pounds. Insomnia was worse than before, and I started eating melanone, not one, not two, and the pills ran into my throat, and my fear of medicine came, and I was really sick. The last time I got out of control, my tears were falling, and I didn't know why something was pouring out of my throat.
Recently I seem to know that when I really felt her, I loved her more than ever. I need this pain, pain, depression... I need her to live... and I need her to tell me that I still feel I'm not numb.
I just had a dream, and when the dogs look at them, they look at them and they say, "Good boy, it's gonna be okay, it's gonna be a little while. The dogs looked to auntie over and over and over again.
Amon.
Dream.
It's too hard to play this man! It's too hard!
Weak! Weak! Weak!
But not a fool!
Because there's no way to have the moon!
That's torture. That's killing me!
There is, like a storm!
Talk stammer!
The only exit of the soul!
Isn't this fucking sick?
No imagination!
No curiosity!
Nothing!
It's like it never existed!
Another world is happening!
Fate?
And struggle?
Nothing!
It's over!
You don't even have a name or moon that's been orbiting the universe. If you do everything in your power, you won't even scream for help, and you won't hear it, and you won't hear it.
Imagine the moon, the unbridled flying, the people of the moon, who have never had the power to imagine the people of this story, who want to knock on the sound of retreat, always the story of others, always the voice of others, always the door open, full of the roaring from the floor.
Is that a problem?
No! No!
Is that a problem?
No! No!
Says no one can understand.
Says no one can understand.
Says no one can understand.
There, the moon, the moon is me.
I'll choose my presence.
No one can ever pull me out!
She's my moon.
I'm obsessed with her.
Make me one.
Her yellow hair.
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It's Pofilia's first performance.
Time: 27 August 1930
Location: Beijing, Beijing
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Number of viewers: only 10
Tickets: $300
Registration, consultation: 2D below, please.
That day will be an absolutely unique experience in which the theatre will submersible submarines, leading us into the deep sea, to the heart of a man who has not dared to look back and that which has long been sealed.
Pofilia will tear a layer of lost shell with sweet milk and sharp claws. And that hole, we have to look at it.
This rehearsal and production can be described as the most difficult and long one in P4 Theater's history, having undergone numerous revision and dialectic campaigns, and after a great deal of criticism and constant hammering, the first public performance will be brought together by four people, Huang Mon, Quixin, and He Fa.
In the course of the theatre campaign, we also wish to thank our friends, who have devoted so much effort to this endeavour: Xie Yi Peng, Wu Xuan, Guo Xing, Zhang Joo Lin, Zhao Xuan, Zhang Xiaoqian, Cao Jianxong, Chu Zhouxi, Yang Yunxai, Wang Xianjiang, Kang Hai Jing, Zong Zun, Xu Jinjiang, Shi Jia Tin, Zhang Sook-ting, Sun Xiaoxing, etc.
The article was made by the actors who participated in the show, who threw all the frustrations, pains, tortures and failures they had encountered during the rehearsals, all of which they could never have imagined. And of course, these lines are just a quote, and the final appearance must be felt on the spot. Let's see the weight of their lives they sacrificed for the play.
It's not an easy adventure. The stakes are already high. Soho's courage is on the 27th!