At the beginning of the film, there is a lot of warmth, but immediately, you can calmly kill the woman who still has your warmth. How will your heart feel?
Of course, I also know that this is a movie, and it is your profession that gives you such ruthlessness.
Everything is in moderation, the dialogue, the shots, your interactions, your life.
You are again an American who can't get a warm response from someone else. The friendly behavior of these ordinary people in the world, you just feel strange and indifferent.
You are forced to approach, trying to blend yourself into the ups and downs of the small town.
Mr. Butterfly, that so beautiful afternoon, you are still at work.
The sun shines through the stream, and your attention is meticulous.
Good times are always fleeting.
It's like you finally know your heart, but life has given you another helplessness.
My dear Mr. Clooney, how much I love you.
However, you are also old, please don't make me feel lonely anymore. Next year, can you act in some happy films, you see, the good weather is also over.
PS: I really like the music, especially the piano.
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