Life goes back and forth, countless times of struggling to escape, hope that never really burns like a spark, and dreams that you try hard to grasp but are unable to persist in giving up and picking up.
This is not an inspirational film, I understood from the beginning. But that tumultuous sense of powerlessness makes people feel at a loss, is it that we are chasing a dream beyond our reach? Are we supposed to put an end to those "delusions"? Who said that people who have dreams will be more at ease, and reality slaps loudly.
He seems to be living in a utopia, with his own stubborn pride and unwilling to play for others' pleasure, but he can't face his own embarrassment calmly. Traveling a long way almost spent all of my money on an opportunity, but gave up because I didn't pay enough attention to being unwilling to act as a harmony. Indifferent to a two-year-old child he has never met, but considerate to a homeless feral cat. He prayed for help but refused to give. How can you survive in such a cruel world. Not all people will be blessed, God is too busy to satisfy everyone's wishes.
Maybe his whole life will be reincarnated in a 104-minute story, just like a ballad. And the ballad was always hot and cold, cold and hot, but he was cold in the hottest frenzy, so cold that he didn't even have a thick coat.
My mood has drifted away with the story, and I can't write more words to describe it.
Finally, like that cat, please give it an Oscar, preferably a little golden cat.
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