Wrong plot, wrong facts, wrong people...
In my world, I am a sad protagonist; in other people's world, I am a marionette.
I am like blue snowflakes, blooming in a hot summer, an extraordinary summer. Watching the princes sweat like rain, watching them fight for their dreams, watching myself sow a touch of sadness on the hot dream
What worship? What support?
These small emotions disappeared when faced with self-interest, and became more profound with the passage of time. In the end, I discovered that this is love.
My director, my God, should you exist or not?