But these flowers will wither and fade. All flowers do. I know, everybody knows that. But mine will resist. Are you sure? At least they will have a chance. Painted reality is its own reality. The impressionists, they are out of it. “So you believe that God gave you this gift because He wants to keep you in misery?” “I never thought about that that way.”
仲夏夜之梦于我则是夏日傍晚的落日飞车120%夜之蓝indigo/bluesjazz hiphop与boombap的协奏曲日本贾木许孤寂疏离怀旧冷色调的蓝涤散场景实物与情感都市的夜夜夜街上的人人人 same old bluesnights vibesnostalgia ultraand your birds can sing.(总算又看到一个冷静讲故事的导演了期待导演拍的网飞《随处可以做的爱的世界游戏》)