I haven't seen such a moving movie in a long time. I don't even know where to start, all I can say is that a movie that conveys genuine emotion will never be outdated, and a movie should never be besieged by the lofty, stream-of-consciousness. A good movie is a good story. Of course, it is inevitable to complain about the ending. When I watched it, I was thinking, how to keep the male protagonist from dying, and how to tell everyone what the greatest form of death the male protagonist was originally. There is no such thing as greater. So if I were the director, I would probably choose an open ending. All we know is the death that is coming tomorrow, and the male protagonist who is walking in the form of death but accepts it safely.
When the moon first came out he still felt a little confused, as if something was blocking him, and he wanted to cry out but couldn't. Even if he has accepted. He kissed the sleeping fragrant Clark gently, and buried his nose in her hair, the smell of sweet bread. It was the sweet smell of bread, and he said these words softly. Is this what the writer thought or did I think?
Drowsiness came suddenly. Just sleep like this, he said to himself. The moon outside the window was already hanging on the bed frame, and the soft light shone on the corner of the quilt, causing a hazy drowsiness to float in the air. He finally fell asleep.
In the dream, a white light reflected behind him. He turned around and slowly walked towards the milky white halo that was as gentle as milk.
In a small second-floor window in an old-fashioned apartment block a few blocks away, a lamp was blaring at its work. The writer slowly typed the last word, a word that determines fate, a word that can no longer be changed.
Is this still a great work? whatever.
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