With tears and tears streaming down, I saw a gap called "class" that could never be crossed. It's... uncomfortable. For me, the content of this movie is pessimistic, although many things it says are right: good things will never last forever. (I want to talk about Chibi Fu again...) What's the point of living like "I mourn the need of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River"? "From the perspective of the unchanging, both things and me are endless." Can anyone really do this?
I am an impractical person who pursues romance, trying to find eternity in a rapidly changing world. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I like strawberry fields.
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