. I remember a friend saying this n years ago,
when I was curled up under my desk with my phone in my hand, when she was flipping through a novel and casually read a paragraph to me
. This episode occasionally comes to mind as A bunch of missing traces A subtle marker in an event of time My window is facing a river Recently, the wind is blowing and the opposite bank has gradually become clear. Most of the time
, the fog is shrouded in fog.
Reminds me of certain episodes in this movie, the atmosphere of the twinkling neon town pub in the
train room,
and the variety of people buried alive by the city,
clowns begging in the corners of the alleys Selling lingerie and cosmetics in the window and cheap dolls that doll artists can't sell
Finally, the girl found her own life
The magician let go of the rabbit and continued on the road Tell her that magicians don't exist
In fact, it should be said that magic does not exist and magicians are always real
He finally told us that even if we hope that dreams are nothing,
we might as well have a little bit of it,
even if we can only use it to warm a passerby
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