Even if he shouted loudly, she couldn't hear "I love you" from his mouth. She could only watch his sign language with all his strength through the cold screen.
Even if he cried loudly, his mother couldn't hear him, he could only cry and shout in front of the icy rain.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn't pass through this cold glass door in person and say "break up" to her in person. He could only stand outside the door and look at her back.
No matter how talented he was, he couldn't repair the scar on her face, couldn't hear her voice, and couldn't find the slightest sparkle among the bright lights.
On the night when the rainy season came, I took him, her, her, and him, leaving only a sad movie.
PS: Once again, I bow down to the delicacy of Korean films, every minute and every second is so moving, a simple "I am here", a stack of thick diaries, a beautiful sketch, a broken umbrella. I have already harvested sadness in the film, and the moment I typed, I couldn't help but feel sad again.
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