Qing said that he was sad after watching it, "a cold-blooded person like me".
I thought I would be full of cold after watching it, but I didn't cry at the end of the film. It's just that the heart is full of warmth, the lover is gone, but the love is still there.
Holly, seeing her name, I suddenly thought of Holly Baby, what a wonderful pronunciation. A couple is arguing, the man is already perfect, but the woman is just indomitable, throwing things, arguing, and saying to her husband: Get out. The man walked out of the door, but came in again three minutes later, and the two reconciled as before, reviewing each other. The warmth between them melts.
From the man's funeral, I started to feel depressed, she locked herself in the apartment, cut off all contact with the outside world, didn't clean the room, didn't clean herself, wore his clothes, he seemed to be around, he sang to her. I want to cry, but there are no tears.
It all started with cakes, recordings, and letters. The letter was written by him, and it seems to have come from heaven. He gave her guidance, and his love was passed on through the friends around him; he brought her memories, and maybe they could be relieved after a complete memory.
In the end, she cried, and at that moment, he seemed to have left her. In an instant, she also understood her mother, her mother's love for herself, and her friend's love. You are gone, the love is still going on. This deep love makes people jealous. I was thinking how much love it takes to keep a dead heart beating and alive. This requires real spiritual communication, real "understanding".
He knew what she wanted, what she would do, and what she thought.
I think this is true love.
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