We are all the work of the masters of time

Salma 2022-04-23 07:05:04

When people meet, they leave traces of each other. Although this trace is invisible and silent. Having never had a similar experience, it is difficult to understand what such a feeling is called. There will always be sparks between grown women and teenage boys, even if they are smaller than a match. Think of the beautiful legends of Sicily, and think of sunny days. But the results are always surprising. Even if separation is inevitable, changes are quietly happening, like gorgeous flowers that have been blooming quietly, like all things growing, silently.

The boy's heart will change forever. The heroine will also live a more determined and cheerful life.

They tell the story calmly and calmly, but the changes are revealed unconsciously.

They are the work of time masters. Experiences are changing their looks, their speech and manner, their temperaments.

True, so do we.

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Extended Reading
  • Jessica 2022-03-19 09:01:10

    "It's really hard to believe that I've only been with you for a few months. It feels like I've known you for a lifetime." You don't know that a little boy no matter how big his heart is, how mature his thoughts are, and how high his double Q is. It's all because of loneliness and loneliness, and he also longs for an adult-sized sister-like or mother-like woman to accompany and understand himself. Whether you believe it or not.

  • Camron 2022-03-20 09:03:03

    In the short review, is it really OK to link this film to Fifty Shades of Grey? The bond between Reggie and Eleanor needs no words to define it. This kind of story of "people who are lost but have to heal each other" is beautiful and not cliché here. At the end, everyone's life has to continue, you have to find your dream, and I have to live a good life alone, and it is enough to remember each other. Maybe this is the best part of this encounter

Like Sunday, Like Rain quotes

  • Reggie: I guess right around 4 I figured out I was sort of a math prodigy, solving pretty intricate math problems.

    Eleanor: Like What.

    Reggie: Multiplying 7 to 10 digit numbers in my head. I could give you the cube root of pretty much any number.

    Eleanor: Like Rainman.

    Reggie: No, he was an autistic savant. As you can tell, I'm alert, extroverted, affable and articulate...

    Eleanor: Of course.

    Reggie: ...and not to mention devilishly handsome.

    Eleanor: Not to mention.

  • Eleanor: What was the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?

    Reggie: Like Sunday, Like Rain.

    Eleanor: So beautiful.

    Reggie: I'll write a part for the cornet.