I can't tell the reason for crying, but I just feel wronged, for him, for her, and for myself.
Throughout the film, we shuttle between the hardships of the real world and the brave joys of the imagined world.
The real life of the little boy is troubled, lonely and uninteresting. The transfer from a little girl to his side brings infinite happiness to his imagination. She released the heart of the child he had been repressed by real life, and he opened his heart to feel the happy experience brought by his imagination.
In these two worlds of the little boy: the
reality side is the parents who are worried about making a living all day long; the superficial and ignorant sisters; the bullying and annoying classmates; these only give the little boy pain and depression, and he suffers silently. The pressure the family brought him, he actually hoped that his father would treat him as a child instead of a helper. He hoped that his father could turn off the lights and give him a night kiss before going to bed, but the reality gave him only disappointment.
The little girl led him into another world, a world in which they were unique, brave and witty. This kind of happiness cannot be given by adults, nor should it be deprived.
In the end, the girl who brought him happiness died, and his two worlds had changed. In reality, his parents began to care about his feelings and gave him more love; the language teacher's appeasement and the music teacher's appreciation all made him His feelings in the real world change. And his imaginary world has become lonely, he is no longer invincible, he is afraid. He is not happy here without the girl.
Perhaps, death really made the living grow up, he learned balance, and just like the girl brought him dreams and happiness, he passed on this imaginary infinite magic to his sister.
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