For movies, that’s all. The splendor of the New Mouse Party has stagnated in the 1980s. I have watched it across to the present, and I have completely lost the feeling. When I watch a movie, my mind is full of books over and over again. In fact, I am watching movies through books, and movies are really a shadow to me. I only have translations such as "Prince", "Youtou", and "Maseus" in my mind, which are not compatible with the subtitles. When I was reading it, I was revisiting the book. When I think about my eldest brother, it’s just the cold blue eyes written in the book. When I finally fought with him, my good friends became enemies only because of their identity differences. When I looked at my second brother, all I thought about was the book. He said that he is very handsome, very handsome (the character chosen in the movie does not suit the appetite of the character I imagined more than ten years ago), gentle, and has a girlfriend who both sides disagree with. I saw that the protagonist saw his brother again after Dali's death, and he found that his brother was crying, afraid, and afraid of losing his brother. My tears came out again at that time, not for the movie, but for the memory of the book. Ti Lung acted very well, and he was the only one among so many stars that could fit in with my memory, even more painful and handsome than I remembered. When he died, I thought about what was written in the novel, his body twisted half a circle and died. There is also the sentence: Without Johnny, Dali collapsed. I can still remember the despair of the "Prince" in the book who talked to the protagonist last. He said that he wanted to leave and just leave here.
It's so funny. When I was most eager, there were no books or discs. Now I have everything, but I can only continue to remember, for fear of damaging the deep beautiful feeling.
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