Yesterday, I recommended a Vietnamese song to others, and then I accidentally mentioned this movie. I just downloaded it and watched it when I got home. Some movies have this kind of magic, a touch of unforgettable melancholy. The movie consists of three stories. Composition, a young girl who sells white lotus and a poet meet because of a distant verse. Some souls are imprisoned in a dark and dark room by themselves. No matter how far the eyes can see, even if the nose can smell the fragrance of flowers, It is isolated from the world, no one knows the dance of those beautiful words, and the lotus girl is not only his hands but also his legs, spreading those verses. Isn't the story of the tricycle driver and the prostitute a little old-fashioned? A woman who yearns for the so-called upper class and a man who rushes around every day in the poor alleys, a high-rise building where money is piled up, and a tile-roofed house built with sincerity, which one is more gratifying? 500,000 did not sleep so Anta once, right? Another story about searching, a retired veteran is looking for his daughter, a little boy is looking for a box, and they all find each other by accident. Is that sadness, is that joy? Or was it something that happened to someone you met on the road? Every day in every city, such a common occurrence of personnel affairs, and it is really amazing to connect these inadvertently to make a vague movie, like a poster propaganda picture, to see the world cleanly.
"How much rain does it take to fill the ocean with tears / How many years does it take for the moon to grow old / In the middle of the night, the moon is waiting nearby / The one who stole my heart / I will always sing a song of joy".
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