the Chinese translation of Emily Feng's Let Only Red Flowers Bloom. Synopsis:

The rise of China and its great power competition with the U.S. will be one of the defining issues of our generation. But to understand modern China, one has to understand the people who live there – and the way the Chinese state is trying to control them along lines of identity and free expression.

In vivid, cinematic detail, Let Only Red Flowers Bloom tells the stories of nearly two dozen people who are pushing back. They include a Uyghur family, separated as China detains hundreds of thousands of their fellow Uyghurs in camps; human rights lawyers fighting to defend civil liberties in the face of mammoth odds; a teacher from Inner Mongolia, forced to make hard choices because of his support of his mother tongue; and a Hong Kong fugitive trying to find a new home and live in freedom.

This is such a major disappointment from TV Tokyo :((((( Apparently, they used generative AI for the production of Kimi wa Natsu no Naka.

I haven't even started the drama yet and I'm already disappointed.

The photo album is a sign that the carefree days of childhood are slowly turning into the journey of adulthood. We want to cherish this happiness while it lasts. The charm of a film camera is that the most outtake photo is taken when we had the biggest laugh. Each photo can be taken only once. It’s the first time we wore colourful clothes that we’d never wear again. It’s the first time we stole our dad’s wax to copy our favourite celebrity’s hairstyle. It’s the first time we wore our favourite shoes and walked out with confidence. It’s the first time we did many crazy things together. It’s also the first time… that we experienced love.

They all look so proud of Ko Neung for being on the cover of the magazine or of Achi for being selected into the team. It's this unity, this sense of belongingness, the bond that has transcended friendship and is now equivalent to familial is what is the biggest strength of their gang. And this just shows that no matter if they go into separate fields or move away, they will always find their ways back to each other.

For me, the moon is you, Ko Song. When I turn off the light in my room, a light slowly shines through my window. I see you every night before I fall asleep. When I have a problem, you are always my light. Thank you for coming into my life and bringing light to it. You don’t need to be a star. You can be my sun.