the movie I watched with JOJO a year and a half later was actually an anti-Nazi theme. . .
In fact, I still miss Warner, but unfortunately it is the studio above Deji Building.
It's a very good movie, I don't know why it looks good, maybe it's because of the people sitting next to it.
I went out and watched a movie by myself, whether it was a literary or a comedy, but there was always some kind of sad little loss and a little feeling of loneliness bursting out from the bottom of my heart.
In fact, admitting that even though he and I were no longer in love, it was fun to have a friend watch a movie with him.
The warmth between people does not necessarily have to be obtained by staying together for a lifetime.
The tacit understanding between people does not have to be proved by love.
I think so.
It's not a love movie, but it tastes like coffee and afternoon black tea.
In the city at night, how many streets have we walked and how many old memories have passed by.
We have a past, a present, but no future. This despair seems to be innate.
No matter how many hugs and deep kisses, I still couldn't lick his cut gums. Likewise, he couldn't push me down on the hotel bed, no matter how long the road was.
All I can think of is a completely self-deprecating way. Light a cigarette? Drunk and old lover ONS? Or drive up the mountain in the middle of the night and wait for the sunrise? Buy a big bottle of Guangxi specialty chili mixed with tofu?
It's a bad family, but maybe it can bring me back to life.
No matter what the mood, he saved my life for 8 hours, still want to say thank you.
Whether it's good or bad, something called emotion has reappeared in my life.
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