People always say that a real artist will be more lonely than ordinary people. In this loneliness, you can experience art that is usually unreachable - loneliness is also a kind of art.
In a big city, I can only hide in one building. Surrounded by rotting and incorruptible walking corpses, and their companions are just old zombies in the elevator.
Most of the time in the film, there is no dialogue between characters, only the air in the room and the dead air outside the window are facing the male protagonist. The appearance of Shanuo undoubtedly touched him, and more than one hope still exists.
The tone is getting colder and colder, and the heart of the male protagonist also sinks. The end has already come, waiting or exploring?
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