After reading it, I liked it very much and reminded me of "ONCE". Encounters or visitors are some kind of accidental encounters. You think what will happen to such an encounter, and what a beautiful reunion will be, but life has never been like this. What it is best at is that it is calm, without a head and no tail, so that the story can be staged without you noticing it.
Everyone has his own little pride and helplessness, secrets of the past, and uncertain future.
Maybe like him, he didn't do anything bad, just wanted to live a good life and play with something he likes, but why is it so unfair.
Maybe like him again, busy every day, 20 years as busy as a day, but telling others that he is pretending and does not know his life.
I know everything.
But he is a person with little joy hidden under pessimism. In any case, the faith is still there.
Although at the end, the young lovers separated, and the lost mother returned to his homeland. And he seemed to be coming to the subway station in the early cool autumn breeze, with his hurried eyes and messy hair, he fell on the ground and beat the drums frantically, but there was no expected boiling around him. This scene is really sad.
Do you want me to say nonchalantly: "This is life"?
Then I want to say, what a fucking shit life.
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