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Beautiful touching tearjerking restraint restrained insolence insolence healthy variety of beautiful men and women and stunning scenery are all good. But "Adele's Life" is different from "Moonlight Boy". It is unique and brilliant, and all the other poetic language of Yinggeyanwu's superb camera shots is just passing by.
The shady scene comes to Miami. The dark-skinned protagonist sits alone on the beach and listens to the moonlight lapping the waves. Life is full of brilliance and changes are merciless. My father died and my mother took drugs, so I couldn't get the warm care from my family. The only care comes from strangers who are not related by blood, and Ambilight has nothing to do with you.
In a messy life, that boy came from the dark and sat next to you, listening to the sea breeze blowing together, words and puberty hormones drifting in the air, blue in the moonlight you want to catch love.
And then you get knocked to the ground with a punch from Love.
You can't speak, love silences you, betrayal makes you the most hated kind of person. You've become the worst kind of drug dealer with a gold-toothed Cadillac on the streets of Atlanta.
Moonlight appears in your dreams, along with the ocean, countless times.
In the movie you drive back to that boy's love with blue, but in reality you cut the blue moonlight and leave the ocean in Miami forever. The light and shadow in the dream again and again, nothing foreshadows.
You're just that black drug dealer who can't escape fate.
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