But you are always in my heart, forever beautiful, until the last moment of my life.
Thank you. Goodbye."
He is the owner of a small photo studio.
I took ID photos for others, family photos for others, and helped the little boy zoom in on the girl he liked in the graduation photo.
Finally, he took a portrait of himself.
He hangs pictures of the woman he likes in the window of the photo studio,
his primary school girl classmate who is already married, and the female traffic policeman he meets by chance.
It was known from the beginning that he was going to die, but not sad.
The tone of the film has always been so warm and smooth, just like his feelings for her and her feelings for him.
There is always endless rain in the film, but it is not annoying, just as a breeding ground for their feelings to grow.
If you have never loved or been loved in your life, what regrets will there be when you die?
He knew that he didn't have much time, so he always grasped a bottom line,
he was afraid that he would sink too deeply, and at the same time, he was afraid of dragging her down, so they communicated so lightly.
Until he had a sudden attack and was admitted to the hospital, she couldn't find him, she guessed randomly, and
finally one night, she angrily smashed the glass window of his store with a stone.
She wanted to see him so much, and why didn't he?
He chose to watch silently, quietly looking into the distance.
He sat on the window seat of the cafe, looking at her outside through the glass.
She got out of the crimson traffic police duty car, wearing the same crimson heavy uniform.
It's already the middle of winter, and with her notebook and her colleagues, she meticulously copied the license plate number of illegal parking, and her
clear smile loomed in the thin breath.
He put his right hand against the glass, spread his fingers apart, and watched intently,
Looking at this superimposed picture from the camera, it is like stroking her face in the distance. In the
background, there is a sycamore tree that has lost its leaves, and a running stray dog.
I know she forgave him anyway,
maybe not knowing what happened to him or where he went, but she smiled
when she saw her picture hanging in the window of the store, and it was going to hang forever . This is "August Photo Studio", I read it quietly on a rainy night in early June.
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