August Photo Gallery

I do not know why, after a street, see a photo gallery of the window hung a very large woman pictures, beautiful head, wedding behind the smiling face, flowing long hair, black eyes and soft focus, sweet longing for form, breathing suddenly stalled a few seconds.
Is the Platanus trees, branches and leaves from the middle of the street looking on both sides of the street extension, and then converge in the 4-lane Avenue over crowded in upon. MAEMI Heartbreakers, burst Jinsi a while, grabbed hold onto people's nerves.
In August, and mind talking about the, beginning of autumn has.
This is August, the studio is in August it?

Oh, Aug. studio. So lightly reading about, many things affect the heart.
This is a very old movie, and very old South Korean film that is a very ill man dying in his photo studio business in a beautiful encounter the police, the girl Fall in love with him. They had a short time to get along with those happy and peaceful time, with a touch of sweet, secret to open. Fleeting happiness. Soon, he admitted exacerbations. The girl did not know, still waiting for him every day to studio door, but he never appeared, she wrote letters to every door in Sierra Leone, one day one, until it filled the floor before the door closed; her day a world float up until the streets are full of autumn leaves; she took a stone, smashed the windows of his studio, angry sad to leave ... ... Lay Dying Realm, he Huile Tang studio, girl already left forever and he forgot.

What a dull story. Been destined to end in the beginning until the end, telling a tale with no waves big scene, no intense sensational, as our daily lives, alarm, water generally.
However, this share water, how dangerous it is, bit by bit, slowly into the dip, unwittingly, the heart would have been defeated.
This gentle, it has much power to hit you, without a sensational could be so deadly.
How long the days in the past, you will not forget the face of death, so calm and collected man, he's very calm and suppress the occurrence of love, but love the cool of his severely torn. His face she smiled frankly, kind, peaceful, all that, it is the despair of sadness at his heart! Would you believe, you will still remember many years later - that night he was subdued and depressed, suffering a long cry, the beast! Background to the lonely man, lying on the floor, the window is black night, wind and rain shadow of the leaves sway with the same fate in this world - you will believe how much he resigned.

She is a sweet sweet girl, a child-like simplicity and mischievous, cute, but just like him blindly.
Not difficult to understand, read the movie you will know that he is a man worthy of obsession. Calm look, every move reveals a delicate concern, naturally. Facing you, with gentle, not angry, laugh, warm and soft. Deep, very quiet, no hurry no angry, no matter what world events, he was always that way, looking at him, you jump how high the heart, will come down gradually to sleep. What a naughty man, in his front, are a child. Large the joys and sorrows, all his boundless large but quiet.
I believe she is a warm and safe in the attachment.
It was a family atmosphere.
It was a breath of her husband.
But only she did not realize it is a feeling of atmosphere.

So she can not return to the nest.
His breath was taken away everything, not of the earth.

After he left, a permanent end to the story, disappeared, although in August the studio is still in her box set by his enlarged photo in the window is still in, a slight smile, to see set up in front of that piece of grass, that piece talked with them, laugh, and one took a great interest over the grass eating ice.
She came back, to know his story, looking at pictures of their windows, rubbing with a smile, indulging ... ... yes ah, love, you will not forget.
The leaves of green with the roof, yellow with, down with; still green with yellow with, down with, floating ... ...

At that time the movie with me, who? Can not remember, and vaguely remember it was a very mean and stingy man, there are no real women love him, also a loved one betrayed him, left him, unspeakable sorrow to me, he is also the word comfort : "Do not cry, do not cry, we are not still good to you, we are still alive." shining light on the screen his face, actually have long been tears.
I was surprised non-small.