In fact, I don't know how to express my feelings.
The film has been silently telling a story of someone else.
I have a question in my mind.
What kind of people are Americans?
The movie doesn't seem to have anything to do with this issue at all.
But in fact, it also explains the problem just right.
Americans are sometimes flamboyant.
Sometimes low-key.
Americans sometimes get excited.
Sometimes calm.
Americans are sometimes infatuated.
Sometimes cold blooded.
This is American.
How I wish my banana man would one day be a full American.
Or a complete Chinese.
Whatever.
Closer to home.
Watching Lan Tianda's shadow reflected on your face.
Unconsciously, I was immersed in this other person's story.
But the butterfly fell peacefully on your arm for an instant.
I wish you were just an ordinary woman.
I'm just an ordinary man too.
We can do what ordinary people want to do.
Instead of pulling the trigger and taking someone else's life.
Instead of playing the role of Reaper again.
Is it because I'm so sinful that God can't redeem me?
Is it my heinous ending that I fell down in front of my beloved but could not do anything.
in a pool of blood.
I hear you cry out my name.
The head suddenly weighed as heavy as lead.
Knock on the steering wheel and never get up again.
Long honking whistle.
It's my hymn on the road to hell.
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