If you say the same to me.
But no if.
Too much.
I like the beginning of the movie.
Long shots with soft music, moving forward with the early morning light.
The two girls walked fast in tandem by the long railroad tracks.
As if to cherish every frame of film.
It should have been early spring, and it was rather cool in the morning. The cold wind from the bare branches brushed the fine bangs on the girl's forehead. At an angle against the light, they were more like the ones plated with a layer of fluffy. side.
Alice walked ahead. The light was smashed to shreds by the light trampling of the shoes.
They walked one after the other under the half-pale, half-yellow sky. The dividing arc lay obsessively between the two girls.
Alice's back was melted in the warm light, and the outlines of the flowers became clearer in the pale morning mist.
An inevitable line between them.
I think I clearly like Xiaoyou. But why always hope that flowers will be happy.
Maybe it's because I feel bad for flowers.
If I were a flower. Would I be brave enough to concoct a lie to make myself happy.
Isn't love inherently selfish?
The person you like likes your best friend.
There is always something.
If only she was a girl who could perform ballet so impressively.
So when the flowers cry and bless them.
I think she's blooming perfectly.
There is always a sweet power in friendship.
If I were him.
I would rather believe the lies of flowers.
I will definitely love Alice too.
But this can never be turned into a three-person movie.
Because they are so important to each other.
that line. always disappear.
Because this is a two-person movie.
Because this is Flower and Alice.
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