I often think that movies should be both life and dream.
Those lives that I have experienced and have forgotten,
those that I have never experienced but are curious from the bottom of my heart, and
dreams are those dreams of life.
This movie is actually quite plain after removing those exciting boxing scenes.
This plain reminds me of Forrest Gump.
Life like a chocolate,
whenever a thing, a choice is placed in front of us,
only to poke off the sugar paper and swallow it,
and wait for it to melt on the tip of the tongue to know what
life is like.
I like this movie, and I want to know at the end of the film, which band sang the music when the micky boxing champion came on stage?
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