YI JIAN’s review published on Letterboxd:
Bodies studying bodies, hand inching closer to hand, names calling out names, elio elio elio as if to will him into existence, oliver oliver oliver as if to reaffirm his love again and again, so sensual and passionate under such simplistic design. When it's summer they waited for winter, when it's winter they waited for summer; we wait for someone to leave when they arrive, and wait for them to come back when they have left, isn't it within the laws of nature that they should come back? If nothing is forever, then why should absence stay slightly more permanent than presence? It's not fair, at all -- makes one want to cry.