It was the last time we were in the school projection room last year, it was empty, the day before was my birthday, E promised to come to accompany me, but it came. A faraway suburb, a place we all thought we would never go to again. I cried for a long time at night, E wiped my tears with my hands, kept saying don't be sad, it's my fault, but I think in this matter No one is at fault here. So it's a matter of course tossing, lack of sleep. E originally wanted to watch an all-night movie, I don't know how he got that idea. Anyway, he held hands and watched the movie the next day, just overheard it. Yes, a movie that has been around for a long time.
The color of the story is not gorgeous enough, the sky is blue, and the story is enough to make you cry. I don't know why, everyone has a past that can't be erased in the wind. The fragrance smells every normal summer. The director just takes this smell, adds some life and death, and puts it in front of you. The melancholy is my biggest feeling, but it is E by my side, or he is pulling me The icy hand of the man is very consistent with this movie. Parting is the doomed ending, even if it is so reluctant.
Look up, the distant sky is full of sunshine. Remember everything, and blur everything. Our souls will exist.
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