“This is a story where a boy meets a girl. But you should know upfront, this is NOT a love story.”
Dear dad, I know that it must have been hard for you, this life.
The footprints left by the artists in Paris light up the city with each step illuminating the next.
She fell in love with Roma in the only way that one ever falls in love with anything true,
softly, slowly,and then all at once.
“I foresee no possibility of venturing into themes showing a closer view of reality for a long time to come. The public itself will not have it. What it wants is a gun and a girl.” — DW Griffith
To think, and to feel.
“To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is…at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away…”…
星期天的晚上，吃完飯，電視上正播著那些被改編得怪理怪氣的披頭四音樂，男主角的頭髮長到脖子，像我的一樣，卡在尷尬的地方。我很專心地看著，幾乎都要掉進那個年代的利物浦和紐約。
「最後一間學校放榜了嗎？」媽媽散步回來突然問我
電影裡，那個我的最後一間學校，示威正熱烈；
「放榜了，被拒絕了。」
