The last movie I watched with him. It was filmed near Mount Field in Tasmania. There was no cell phone signal, no internet, no other guests. In front of the door was a large mountain cottage hotel with alpaca ranch. Here, an all-English unsubtitled movie watched with the most original DVD projector.
Two months later, I can only vaguely remember that this was a film whose pace was so slow that the plot was unimportant. It was still very boring in that boring and cold night without other entertainment equipment. But we continued to watch, probably, we all know that the separation is in front of us, but we still hold a glimmer of hope in our hearts, and can't bear to break the last tenderness before despair.
The film itself is not worth wasting time, but I still brushed it over and over again, reminiscing about the thin love before the final break, meaningless.
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