myself; the grandmother picked up a lot of cherry blossom petals for the staff on her own set;
my memory is more real and the memory deviation of life; the
movie reshapes the meaning of the memory clip itself, the movie Reshaping the truth in a false way is not the truth in itself, but living in the memories that are whitewashed by oneself, and then believe in these illusions;
if you don’t choose the memory fragments, you can’t choose or don’t want to choose? Not choosing is the inability to let go of what, is it a kind of rebellion against life and death? Is it questioning the way films reshape memories? Responsible for the authenticity of your own life?
Look for the evidence that you remain in the world;
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