你走進我的同時，也走進了自己；同樣，你治癒了我，也治癒了你自己。

有一種影片，她緩緩地如同小河，小小的深沉，小小的波瀾，小小的溫情，小小的脆弱，就這麼慢慢流淌，你彷彿就不想她結束，就願意讓她一直進行下去，你會憤慨、感嘆、哽咽、流淚、迷惘、希冀，隨著情節的發展、人物的命運。這個男孩的故事，就是這樣的。 我很幸運，在這樣一個有點low low的moment，選擇一個人外表安靜內心起伏地看完這部影片。看到最後才知道是丹澤爾華盛頓導演，根據Antwone Fisher真實故事改編。 兩位男主的動情演繹真摯而溫柔，足夠惦念。

讓認落淚的那首詩：

Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me

-from Fisher to Dr. Jerome Davenport-