with beautiful and magical scenes, such as the beautiful and agile schoolgirl, such as the dripping dance, such as the French upper-class girl longed by the Cameroonian man in Zidane's jersey.
Various
but jerky places cut into the unhappiness of life, some loss, some betrayal, some loneliness, some abandonment, and some unforced approach
When the heart becomes lonely in such an ideal romantic city that everyone dreams of,
no matter who is in a certain Always thinking about that rhythm of redemption, that joyful rhythm, and that sentence, I'm in Paris,
smiles and the state of affairs in the eyes of some despairing people. Life unfolds like an untouched picture, leaving no margins, leaving only plenty of sunlight. He looks up. Looking up at the remnants of this world, she reluctantly pays attention to her eyes through the window, and there is an overlooked city.
How much is the story of the day, and
also passed Christmas, passed the heavy snow, passed the so-called last time,
scattered but flowing the marrow of the French literary film,
Julia than Nosh used the simplicity of dance to perform another film of hers, and then we saw amorous feelings, these French amorous feelings that did not need to be ornately rendered,
and then the story passed away and did not need to accumulate any.
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