At the beginning of Hou Dao's tribute, Balloon hid in the shade of the subway station exit, listening to the little boy calling himself Ball. It seemed to understand then that it was going to be something some little boy couldn't have lobbied for maybe a few hundred toffees or more...a ball. In 1956's "Red Balloon", Lamoris' youngest son has a more intimate relationship with the balloon, but the title has not changed, it is the ball. Not a red ball. Not red. Not balls and babies. It's "Ball, you're here waiting for me." It's "Ball, run!"
It's: You're not my doll, but you want to be with me and so am I.
ps: I like that girl Song Fang very much.
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