When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance (John Keats) // isn't it awful about people meaning to be kind // I believe we should all behave quite differently if we lived in a warm, sunny climate all the time. We shouldn't be so withdrawn and shy and difficult. // Thank you for coming back to me. // 兩個視角回顧兩人最后離別的場景，女主情緒很飽滿，優秀的打光和構圖