Gentlemen
The film displayed a dream of my friend. I presented his dream as a 'narrator', but neither of us knew whose dream it was. When we came back to reality, the excrement of the dream was just like all the abandoned pictures, together thrown into the toilet with the food we grabbed in the dream. In fact, each person's heart is accompanied by the shadow of others, who are we? There may be an answer, and there may not.
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