Everyone is their own, but the past has shaped us into who we are now. To forget the past is to betray. In fact, it is difficult to betray. After all, moving forward is what we have to do. In the selfless exchange of bodies, it is better to get the soul to breathe under this passion, to rearrange themselves, compared with those stumps in the war, both of them are intact, beautiful and handsome and living well, but they are still It is the stump of the war, and there is no escape.
Everyone is their own savior. Although the film ends by calling each other by iconic place names, which seems to be a representative of pain, the release of this short time and space allows them to start a new journey again.
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