It's as if those long, deep emotions that build up minute by minute with the film suddenly hit an insurmountable hard and heavy board and tumble sharply.
There's something oddly rational about the setting, from the wait-and-see theme at the beginning to the despair in the middle and back to the tinge of warmth at the end.
Those children protected the spirit with "fuzzy feelings". The world's ugly sympathy, indifference use and helpless tenderness can neither hurt nor protect them, and some just coexist physically. They are shapeless clouds, accepting everything without heart and soul, and when the ethereal pain accumulates to a certain extent, it will always pass. Life for them is a fault, all emotions are intermittent, no past, no future. Only in front of us is hope and warmth.
"Even if you have traveled countless times, you can go to places you have never been before;
just because you have traveled countless times, the scenery will change.
Is this not enough?
Because that's all , is it not enough?"
Every minute is not illusory, as long as the memory occurs, even if the main body is destroyed, it still exists.
(I think the translation of the Chinese name as "Air Killer" sucks)
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