This is not a dream-building movie, this is a real movie about forgetting, or forgetting life, forgetting love.
Do you still remember when you first saw a stray dog, those pitiful eyes looked at you, and you were convinced of your urge to bring it home, no matter what your parents objected, it didn't care about its good breed, or even that? Dirty dog hair can't stop you from hugging it with your weak arms, giving it warmth, and just relying on a persistent heart to support the faith of sheltering from the wind and rain.
This is the love at that time, the most ordinary love in our life, and the love we forget. The film seems to be changing one shot at a time, telling the story of the protagonist and replaying our life, the simplest little things, the most persistent youth, the most unforgettable love.
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