First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know, that someday you're gonna die. It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything.
春天的松林小径和黑色礼帽梦里帽子不知飞到哪里而男人不会去追;现实里轻推帽檐目送老大走远所谓美国黑帮的另类侠肝义胆符号化的帮派恶斗权力和民众不过是被愚弄的对象- Nobody knows anybody. Not that well. - It makes people choose sides when you look shaky. 前面一段狗子、死人和小男孩的蒙太奇极好平和的音乐下夸张戏谑的爱恨情仇都蒙上了一层诗意