little snail, left shallow tears on the table. The
branches outside the window swayed in the wind
. I watched the red sun set in the west.
I didn't know where my little love was going
. There were only footprints on the beach. I
recorded the sound of the sea breeze with my mobile phone.
Our childhood My kite is covered by sand and I don't know
where my little lover is going.
Under the magnifying glass, my grandfather's skin is covered with ravines . There
are faint graffiti on the walls . The old dog watching the house carefully looked at me , my little love, he was still waiting for me. (Feeling the first few parts) The following spoilers, do not read. "Clone Husband", when I saw the name of the movie, I downloaded it with the idea of an American blockbuster. But I don't want to be more inclined to warm literary films. The entire film footage is restrained and calm. Lovers who were separated from each other meet again, but they feel strange when they kiss. In the process of understanding, I regained my memories, but it has ended before it started. The death of a lover quickly solves the problem in its own way in front of this calm, intelligent and reserved woman, who, as the title says, clones her lover. It didn't take much language, just a firm look, persuaded Tommy's parents to open the restaurant. Live alone in the old house of childhood, with him in the belly. It seemed out of place with other moms. The boy grows up day by day and gets to know his little playmate. He moved out of his hometown because he was discriminated against by clones, and lived in the seaside that Tommy liked most when he was alive. Occasionally asked about his father, the woman answered calmly.
Every frame of the film is a beautiful painting.
But I guess the woman's heart is tormented, listening to little Tommy call her mother, waiting hard for him to grow up.
When the boy grows up, she is no longer young.
The youthful laughter of the boy and his girlfriend, the figure playing together.
All stimulate the fragile heart of a woman.
I thought that no matter how strong a person's heart is, it should be unbearable.
The man's mother came to the door, but left with just one glance.
The boy asked the woman in fear, who was that woman.
The woman was silent, silent as always.
Almost driving the boy crazy, he vaguely knew that his background was unusual.
In one last hold, the woman gave the boy the notebook containing the truth.
He doesn't listen to any long-winded explanations.
Perhaps only Europe, which is devoted to religion and philosophy, will have such works.
The big section of feathers that the boy said to his girlfriend is different. It is the contradiction between a
boy like me who is theoretically blind and cannot understand the concealment of the woman, and the contradiction between wanting to kill her and loving her.
After watching the film, I can't think about anything.
Perhaps ethics has always been unclear about right and wrong.
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