Hearing the title of this movie already piqued my interest.
About love, about friendship, about death, about life.
The teacher said that this is a big theme, but the film is very detailed.
I really liked the opening paragraph, there was no too many simultaneous voices, no dialogue, and no narration.
Just a man on a big red electric scooter walking his familiar route down the street.
But the expression on his face is lonely, or there is no expression at all.
Later, he sat in an empty playground.
The narrator said that when I was in class, I was always the last to leave.
Watching everyone disappear one by one. And it suddenly dawned on me that we'd all be gone eventually.
As the teacher commented, all works with death thinking as the background will be more touching.
Because it touches our hearts and forces us to think about it too.
Sometimes I think that owning a small photo studio should be a very happy thing.
Quiet corners, quiet photo studios, and quiet men.
But when the heroine appeared, this silent corner seemed to be instantly shrouded in light.
Their love is still very flat, no one has expressed it, but the germs of love are already growing.
And after the hero was hospitalized because of a serious illness, the heroine had to leave. So they lost contact.
Think of a sentence: love is a wound, we each suffer.
The heroine turns on a lot of water in the bathroom of the bar, letting the sound of the water cover up her crying.
The male protagonist looks at her from the glass window of the cafe, but the outline he touches is icy cold.
There are too many details, there is no way to describe them one by one, only watching this film quietly.
I just feel that those feelings are only now understood.
A quiet literary and artistic work, but every factor in the bomb is lethal.
I'm used to watching movies with big productions, big stars, and big investments.
But I feel that such tenderness is like water, and the film that slowly flows through your heart can move the heart even more.
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