I don't know why I cry. In the end, my mother's hand was made so vicissitudes of life by the hair dye. Sometimes, I was angry and wanted to rush into the screen to severely teach that girl why she was so crazy. I am not a bad girl, nor a good girl. I'm still being tempted. There is no possibility for me to touch the things in this movie, but in real life, I still have to say some of my desires, desire to be different, and desire something that I don't know. Just some impulse.
I'm still ignorant. But, I miss my mother. This is the greatest love. Even if you still can't escape selfishness. But this is already the best love. In the most confused time, let's give your last support.
I have to redeem myself. Hehe, people.
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