Sometimes it's a war between men and women. You can fall in love in war. The closer you get to death, the more you can feel the passion of love. I think this may also be a metaphor that Truffaut wants to express in the film. Who can clarify the essence of love and emotion? Whether it is a master or an ordinary person like me, this topic will always haunt us like a mystery.

I want to thank this Frenchman named Truffaut. Although he has passed away, he told me a love story stained with light sadness with images on this cool night. I may remember this story all my life. I will always miss that woman named Catherine, whose innocent smile is like a child and her voice is like an angel. Let's remember this great movie, which will make those so-called junk directors who only waste money feel ashamed, although they are complacent about the copied box office income and have no shame. But that doesn't stop me from despising them like flies. Let's remember Catherine, a woman full of magic, a woman like a queen, a woman who charmed all men. She told me with death that life is just a lonely encounter. Without love, your life is worthless.