Now I am typing on the keyboard and playing the ending song without hesitation. I just hope that the faint warmth in the film can stay for a longer time, so that I can be nostalgic for a longer time.
A simple story about a man and woman who knew, met and fell in love with each other because of the misplacement of time. There were setbacks in the process, and there was a happy ending that couldn't escape the rules of a warm romantic movie.
Pure love is always the most beautiful thing in this world. It has nothing to do with identity, status, or social circle. It has nothing to do with it. It’s just the closeness that has grown over time, the unfamiliar familiarity, and the understanding bit by bit, like a grain of sand accumulating day by day, slowly accumulating into a castle, and love is born.
Waiting or not is a difficult choice.
Because of waiting, I write all day long, put in letters with pleasure, look forward to a reply, and share some of the daily troubles and joys with the person I have never met but are familiar with.
Because of waiting, I am willing to try to love a dream, work hard for all possible communication, like a silly first love boy.
Because of waiting, I approached patiently and waited for her birthday, just to see what she was like at that time and how she was doing.
Because of waiting, I dressed up carefully, snickered happily for that person's appointment two years ago, and was sad and lonely waiting all night for no one to come.
Because of waiting, I didn't choose Morgan, and I didn't choose a real man who also married and lived in modern universal values.
Because of waiting, when I remembered Valentine's Day in 2006, I ran wild, desperate, just looking forward to a meeting, a meeting after two years.
Because of the waiting, after knowing that the man had passed away, he flew to the hut by the lake, praying that there would be enough time for him to wait patiently to avoid the tragedy.
Because of waiting, what I missed finally met, so love can stay together.
Small note: When watching the movie, my heart is always hanging, just worried that the two will miss it eventually. I like watching tragedies, watching those who change their minds because of the cruel reality, the pressure of others, and the temptation of interests. In the end, good things are broken, and there are gains and losses. In this way, I can not feel sad for the protagonist, and remind myself that life is such a reality and its benefits. Don't let one person occupy it, don't have too many dreams, and avoid entering the same predicament as the protagonist. After a long time, I thought that I was so indifferent, but in the end I realized that it was not my numbness, but the simplest and purest things that moved people the most.
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