très bien!!
For the first hour, I felt a little dull, and I didn't know the subject a little without knowing it. I only saw that the talented playwright gave up on himself due to illness, and lived by himself. He had passion in his heart, but he had already compromised with reality. Even with heroin to relieve pain (repeat the path of a former lover).
From the one hour and sixteen minutes of Savart and his former lover Fett Gao kiss goodbye, the passion and hope of life reappear. Years later, Feltgaard saw their story in the theater, as if by coincidence or as fate. "Love can turn the world upside down, but it's not enough to save the beloved" too much to cry?. Many years have passed, and when the past settles, memories become stories. It's always a joy to meet again, no matter what happened in the past, now they can catch up like old friends. Feltgaard had a family and a female companion, but their stories could never be annihilated, but were temporarily sealed for a period of time. "You are my only male companion". Love is always there, just in a different form, because of time, heavy love can appear to be light. They laughed and said he could visit him in his city, but the kiss was still so hard fifty years later.
Nine-year-old Savarado taught him to write by holding Edvard's hand, and Edvard became a teacher; Edvard painted for him that summer, and fifty years later he finally received it. "I will write the good memories into stories, and the search will be avoided." The result of some things came so late, I almost forgot to be late, and I didn't even expect the result, but it came after all. When the past comes to my mind, how can one not cry.
In their mother's last days, they had a candid, deeply reconciling love. "If I don't travel and film, how can you live alone in Madrid"; "I want to take care of you, what is wrong with me, but you don't want to, I'm very sad." "I was never the child you wanted, I made you feel like a failure"; "I pray for you tonight" "Savardu, I brought you into this world, I worked hard to nurture you" She was proud of him. "Let's go home together, this time I can do it", he tried his best, but he still failed to keep his promise. "I miss her a lot lately. I miss my childhood. I miss my mother when I was half asleep."
"Doctor, I'm writing again."
I was still thinking about how to end it, but it turned out "wow" ~ it turned out to be interspersed with stories he made for his own memories.
BMG, narrative, and graphics are all simple, clean, warm and touching
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