Movies are a personal hobby, good or bad, and it just happens to be one thing that moves you. For example, seeing pure love, such as seeing monsters beyond imagination, my IQ is basically equal to zero.
Ye Xianglun, you are not JAY, you are just a teenager playing the piano;
Lu Xiaoyu, you are the imagination of a teenager, you are just a teenager playing the piano.
When youth becomes more and more relative, do you still love music?
Whoever has a piece of soft meat in the bottom of his heart seems to explode.
In the piano, the fate of fate, time and space travel, four-handed play; time, even if it is twenty years, just to fall in love with you.
What does music bring us?
Or bring us down? Let's imagine myths that transcend everything?
Words on the table, I love you, do you love me?
What kind of answer is needed?
Even if the answer
is what?
"Secret" leaves us with a brilliant solution. With everything in the world ruined, JAY can properly appear by Xiaoyu's side. Young life, there is no regret, only to continue. . . . . . There is no ending!
After reading a simple story, I think of a sentence,
the three most romantic words in the world are
not "I love you"
but "together"
Xiaoyu, are you "together" with the helplessness of love?
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