I, frustrated with the loneliness and no one understands, and indulged in my own feelings. .
Whenever I watch a deeply emotional movie, I always feel like I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. The discussion of the plot seems superfluous, and the movie has said everything that should be said. Too smart inferences seem to be worth talking about, but they have nothing to do with feelings.
That's about it. When the low rhythm sounds, you are walking on the crowded and cheerful street, but your eyes are alert, your situation is dangerous, you are different from the people around you, the danger comes from all your values, so you His life seems to have more meaning than the ignorant and happy people around him. You seem to be walking alone in the sea of people, but you have two trusted companions, which makes people a little moved. The past is never the past, you know. The future is uncertain, but there seems to be some hope. These feelings flashed in my mind, mixed together, and more feelings, I can't say it.
A movie looks good to me, presumably partly because it resonates with me? Do I also fantasize about walking through the crowd with a mission out of place? In this seemingly real but unprovoked and contrived story, I can't explain what makes me appreciate its strengths and ignore its weaknesses. In the deaths of Frank and Velcoro, justice has not been served, and the truth has not been known. When society throws two corpses in front of you, you just have to ask if it can do it, and the answer is yes, then it is reasonable.
Watch a movie, think about it carefully, and see yourself watching a movie more. But I, thinking about it carefully, didn't think clearly.
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