Long time ago i had the similar experience as Emma, loved a guy without speaking, sometimes i suspended my capability of spoken, whether i was lack of something to express my feeling .
U stand in front of me, but i don't know how far ur, it's like ur on the mars, i am on the pluto, who knows how can we connect with each other.
People who like to watch movies, have it inside A soft spot.
People who like to watch midnight shows, cry alone, and don't want to leave the show after reading all the subtitles, are often the best actors, the best Hua Tuo, who heal their irresistible grief by themselves.
Walking through the glitz, the river is bustling, you come and I go, time has changed, things are right and wrong, but there is still an untouchable person in my heart, pain and happiness.
Going back to the movie "One Day", this movie, from the posters to the subtitle fonts, is deliberately "small and fresh". It will undoubtedly lead to a pseudo-literary road that is expected at first, unable to climax in the middle, and rejected at the end. On the one hand, it stems from the blood of the script itself, especially the car accident that resembles a Korean drama, so that the two men and women who could have been able to make their homes all over the world smoothly and love so far away were so abruptly heartbroken. On the other hand, due to the director's combination of British retro and French romance, coupled with the return of the protagonist's self-consciousness like the voice of a prodigal son, how many otaku girls are all fascinated and drooling? The wind of literature and art emerges spontaneously. But another interpretation of literature and art is that "you can't understand life and death". When you stand in front of the Louvre, can you think of Louis XVI's reforming heart and powerlessness? When you stand in the Pantheon, can you understand Voltaire or Rousseau? In fact, if you look at the starry sky or water lilies, you don't understand the spirit of Van Gogh, and if you look at the spots and repetitions, you don't necessarily understand Pop, and you will only be dizzy and dizzy by Andy Warhol's capsule concept. Based on the above understanding of literature and art, I have to firmly classify ONE DAY as a pseudo-art, because it is so easy to remind many people of the past crush, the sadness, the bit, the foolishness of falling in love with the prodigal son, the obsession all-or-nothing.
Thousands of times I complained, but I still have to say something real, and I was moved to tears by the story itself.
The hardest thing in this era is to honestly admit that you are also a common man.
Dear girls, no matter you are ugly or beautiful, no matter your eyes are shining but your face is full of spots, or if you turn around and seem to care about nothing, you have the same heartbeat, the same midnight dream back.
A look, a kiss, a friendly hug, it's nice to have you by your side.
It makes all the sacrifices full of meaning and turns corruption into magic.
I lament that the value of this slideshow-like movie is that it simply expresses the painful and sweet moments. Watching the movie does not need to think too much, as long as you combine your own memory, love, and it will appear on the screen.
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