This movie is about miracles.
I am an otaku with absolutely no experience in love, and I have no way of knowing the complicated state of mind of being thrown away and saying goodbye. How deep can that kind of human love be, so that this man with melancholy eyebrows and eyes deeply loved me, after meticulously tidying up the room, he used a knife to cut a deep scar on his wrist, which was covered with a pool of blood. Before he fell to the ground and died, he saw a cloud of dust in the corner that could not be cleaned up, fluttering in the air.
This should be a hint that he is nowhere to be found.
I absolutely love the world that this film builds for suicides, or the idea of it, which brings suicides together and continues their mediocrity without a smile. So I wondered if there would be a world filled with people who died of cancer, and another world run by all the poor people who died in traffic accidents. Such an overlapping parallel world system can easily make an imaginative otaku go crazy, but then this huge thinking result can easily be overturned, because the death of a suicide is so different from other deaths, and the active termination makes the later His life becomes Yang Shi's waste, so he can only spend the rest of his life in this desolate world, which is equivalent to a recycling station. You are still in pain, you are still depressed, you are still confused, and you are still not worthy of having the corners of your mouth raised.
And about miracles, it must be a surprise. Even in this world, miracles happen more ordinary and more frequently than in the Yang world. Anyone has the ability to create, float and change color. The tone of fairy tales. He told him to wait until you stop craving miracles and miracles will happen, but he didn't believe it. He tried hard to find the her who cut her wrists, and things were no longer as complete as they imagined. It turned out that she did not cut her life for himself, it turned out that she was stupid, and it turned out that she was no longer the reason for his escape. So, this meeting, no matter how it was originally planned, was not the long-awaited miracle after it happened. At the moment when our protagonist lit a cigarette in solitude, the burning match quietly flew into the sky, and the one thrown by the woman before became a star. He finally created a miracle at the moment when he no longer had hope. It turned out that the accidental encounter is love. he loves her.
So came the end. She was successfully rehabilitated from the name of the suicide and went back; with the help of the black hole at the bottom of the seat and the top leaders, he went back. They woke up in the hospital, facing the bed, looking at each other, smiling. I know that everyone has to say bad things, but no one can say bad things.
Because this is a miracle that you and I can never get.
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