, I watched it in the early hours of the morning.
After reading a lot of evaluations, I used it as a fairy tale. So no tears were shed.
A story about first love. This is a story about pure love.
Noah and Alley. One is a poor boy. One is a rich girl.
He jumped on the Ferris wheel to confess to her. She lay crazily in the middle of the road with him. Jumped up one second before the car whizzed past. laughing out loud.
She is doing things that are totally inconsistent with her identity. She was originally such a rich and virtuous girl, but she was crazy because of love.
They love so hot. So crazy. So unforgettable.
I remember that I was young. You love to talk and I love to laugh.
That's the time. Just be with you. The sky is blue. The grass is green. The sun is shining.
My smile. It's a red dress flying in the sky in May. My heart. It is the brightest star in the night sky.
This is first love. Simple and beautiful. And fragile.
For her love. She had a big quarrel with her parents.
He listened. Left unconsciously.
perhaps. Just don't want to hear her cry. Unwilling to watch her cry for him.
She chased it out. She was making a lot of noise. She cried and told him. let's break up.
The boy was heartbroken. Resolutely leave.
The girl is heartbroken. But there is still a trace of fantasy. This is just another quarrel between us. right.
Yes. Like so many quarrels before. As long as he turns around and kisses her. There is nothing left.
However. the next day. Everything has changed. The girl opened her eyes. The parents chose to leave.
She rushed to the construction site where he was. Can't see the last side.
He was after she left. I wrote the letter for a whole year. 365 letters. But the letter. All were detained privately by her mother.
I thought they would never meet again.
They live in different worlds from each other. They will each get married and have children.
Maybe bury this relationship deep in my heart. Maybe. Forget each other in the arena.
He experienced a war. She is in love again.
but. He can't forget.
He can't forget. The manor where he promised her. The white house. There are blue windows. Big studio. There is warm sunshine.
She saw him and the manor behind him in the newspaper. She is wearing a bright wedding dress. About to marry the man who is right in line with her.
That man. Gentle, humorous and rich. And love her. but. She saw him who used to be. The one who changed so much. Just a glance. Already unconscious.
They quarreled in the heavy rain. Finally understand that they still love each other.
Then her mother took her to a construction site. Pointing to a fat old man and said. Can you tell. 20 years ago. He is so handsome. I'm so obsessed with him.
The mother put her hand on her forehead. Make this choice yourself.
again. She intends to leave. He stopped her frantically. He asked her. what do you want? For love. Other people want to be unimportant. The key is what do you want.
Young Noah. Hold his chest desperately with both hands. To Allie. You go. Anyway, I have lost you once. Don't care about losing it again.
The voice trembled. His eyes were desperate. The body lay down on the door of the car. What he felt clearly was that his heart was at odds. pale. Heartache. Sadness came to my heart. About to suffocate.
What he clearly wanted to say was. Allie. It is because of losing you once. I just understood. If you lose you again. I will not be able to breathe. There will be no courage to live anymore.
Love is not right or wrong. It's not worth it. Only love or not. Willing or not.
but me. I thought about it. The only thing I want. It's you.
Said this is a beautiful fairy tale. Because the ending is. The girl drove to the white house. For a long time. Hug with him.
Then. Many years have passed. He became a rickety old man. She became a bloated old lady suffering from Alzheimer's.
He reads stories to her every day. Read their stories. She just listened quietly. It suddenly dawned on hearing the ending. This is our story.
So they hugged each other. He is no longer handsome. She is no longer beautiful. But so what. She is still his only treasure.
In the ward at midnight, he quietly walked to her bed and called her softly.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Call his name. Do you believe that our love will work miracles?
He said. I believe. That's why I will bring you back to my side.
The end of life. He lay down beside her. Hold her hand tightly.
He said. I will always guard you.
She asked. You feel our love. Will it take us away together?
He said. I want our love. Can make us omnipotent.
Two old people with gray hair. Just like this, we left together holding hands.
This is just an ordinary love story.
Everyone experiences love. But not everyone will have a love that is firm to death.
Looking at the two people embracing each other. Although it has lost its former appearance. The love for each other is not lost.
Love is never old. What gets old is our timid heart.
Suddenly. A little sad.
If you say give up easily. That should not be love.
Not enough love. There are so many excuses. The lover to lose. It's not a lover.
Loving someone is not chic. Leave a way for myself. It's not love anymore.
Such love. If you want to miss it, miss it forever.
The reason why fairy tales are beautiful. Because it is out of reach.
Is it destined to be the most memorable one time?
Some people encounter too many and don't know which one is true love.
Some people worry that true love will never come.
Some people accidentally let go at a certain intersection.
And the one who vaguely felt that he was lost is true love.
Our injuries. It will be well one day.
our love. It will be old one day.
There are not so many excuses and reasons for love.
We just need a simple relationship. So Easy.
That boy loves that girl. That girl loves that boy.
if love. Please love it deeply. If you don't love. Please leave.
If i leave. Then there is only one reason. that is. I do not love you anymore.
otherwise. anyway. I want to come back to you. Forever.
if it is possible.
When we are gray-haired.
Hold each other's hands and die together.
hold your hand. Grow old with the son.
How simple. How difficult.
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