I like this kind of movie, although I know it's just a beautiful fairy tale made up. And fairy tales must happen in Italy, only Italy! That amazing country.
Adventure spirit. Spirit like his. "You're gonna buy it!" "No! No! No! I'm just a tourist, just a day." "So?" The tone was exactly the same as his. Like every time he drives me around his neck in full view of the subway station, I whisper to him with red face, "Stop! Stop! Others are watching us!" "So?" Oh. . . You have no idea how embarrassed I am every time. "Childish passion", I want myself to stop caring so much about what others think, I want him to continue his childish passion.
I really love the strange rhythm of the Italian police car's siren. I don't know how many times at night when I was half asleep, I would suddenly hear the tinnitus as if I heard the long, three short and one long siren again. I really want to walk on the narrow and old streets of Italy again, and I really want to be woken up by the piercing siren again.
The gloom of the day is swept away in the cheerful notes of the Tuscany ending.
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