The heroine does not have cancer in her body, but in her life. In endless black and white, the agents, friends, work partners, and lovers around her never really loved her, and neither did she. If it weren't for this unexpected examination, she might have lived without pain until she died. She waited anxiously for the trial, terrified of being upset. The indifferent care of the people around her made her unable to feel genuine care. Walking in the park, the strangers she meets are willing to accompany her to experience and face. I don't dare to say that this is love, only true love. Compared with the lover who dare not say that he is sick, what is the person who should be by his side, it is clear at a glance. Another angle of the film is to talk about traces of life. As a third-rate singer, the heroine wants to become famous. For those who wanted to be famous in that era, releasing a few songs was like throwing a stone into the sea, with only a little ripple. So are traces of love more worth pursuing?
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