morning dream maker, Reivew on The Fall

During the first night of insanity in my life, my brain couldn't understand the logic of reality. The fantasy in the story is in tune with my brainwaves, which is the development of dreams, like dreaming with eyes open. I would easily believe the protagonist's tricks and the little girl's lies, but I totally understand those dreams, because dreams are just like that. Those beautiful pictures, as beautiful as the scenery, are scenery films of traveling around the world and digging out strange scenes; their dramatic costumes and dialogues are like some delusional high school drama. The dream is so absurd, but the emotions are so deep, when the characters in the story die one by one, they can't help crying, because the story is really a reflection of his heart. Fragments of her and his stream of consciousness, puppet shows and stage plays, touched distant fears in my heart.
The ending is bland and warm.

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