Separating and breaking with beautiful experiences, and watching life go by bit by bit, like nostalgia for the ideal country and childhood innocence, can these be part of love?
I think, when simulating experience, or maybe, in the process of gradually deviating, vaguely accept a little change in the interior, and slip past the present attachment. When you are aware, you can make some more active changes if you want to, based on the changes you have already made. Most of these things cannot be presented and persuaded by the movie, and must be realized by the subject himself through time.
These useless things, when they are written, should be regarded as a memorial, remembering the old people and the old things.
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