one afternoon. I seriously watched a clay movie without missing a second. Mary and Marx.
The first time I heard about the movie was on a news show. An introduction that took less than a minute to appear at the time.
I just liked it when I saw the film. Waiting so intentionally or unintentionally. until one day. I forgot about this movie. Forget about it.
I still watch movies every day. Like some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Can't travel often. Even at home I don't want my heart to stop. Just don't close your eyes. I just want to see the scenery.
When you open your eyes, you open a window with a view. . . Travel with a movie. Very little disappointment.
And when it's really on the road. Just discovered. There seems to be less peace of mind.
Time is still there. Only ourselves are lost.
Youth is the drip bottle hanging over the head. There will be no drop left.
I hummed all the way. Finally got away with some good things.
Maybe sometimes I'm Mary. Sensitive and fragile. The reality is too cruel and is destined to be tortured.
Maybe sometimes I'm Marx. Perfectionism is not enough to restrain oneself. Dreams that are too far away are destined to be bruised all over.
Sometimes it is a clear and bitter scar, and sometimes it is a bright and sad injury.
Love or dislike can't stop me from being alone. I can't bear to be lonely when I fall in love with anyone.
Maybe I'm not either of them.
I am the legendary psychiatrist who treats all kinds of doctors.
Background soundtrack. So exciting. Stop time. I cried just in time. This is the cartoon that I cried so much.
She grabbed her T-shirt and wiped away her tears.
We all need a self who lives in another corner of the world. You can fall in love without talking.
Mary, who was bullied as a child, was so pitiful. When she shed tears and said "help me" in a thin voice. I really want to touch her head. Tell her in advance: It's okay, you are the angel in charge of chocolate. you will be happy.
The aging Marx still has a heart of compassion and enthusiasm. He used his humble strength to try to fight all the injustices in life.
Why so greedy for the accessories of life. No love disturbs. Life is just as good.
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