"The memory bursts into the flood, in the deep sea, time is far. I swim to the depth of the sea, step by step to you..." --The
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remembers the sentence "holding the hand of the son, grow old together with the son. Life and death are bound together, and Zichengyue." I
like this sentence persistently, touching the soft heart of every girl.
A small wooden house, like stacked building blocks.
Layer by layer, not only houses but
also memories are piled up.
A lonely old man
insisted on his promise to his wife,
"Smoking is three times a day, and drinking is one glass a day."
It's just one dinner, but there are still two transparent wine glasses.
One for you, one for me.
Listen, the collision of the glass,
the memory of listening loudly.
A 12-minute film with no dialogue, just a simple narration.
It's just a voice that evokes memories.
The memory of passing through time palely.
Tell you,
"Go all the way down, go all the way down, go back to the memories..."
Picking up the pipe, blisters popped out, along with the memories of the past.
Thinking of the past years when she and him
played tricks together, ate together, and held red wine glasses of happiness together.
I remember the first time he became a father and the first time she became a mother.
I remembered the first time their son brought his daughter-in-law to visit them...
I remembered that their granddaughter was building blocks...I
remembered the memories of being flooded....
The faint song, accompanied by a short 12 minutes, time is ticking, and the years are passing by.
I think of an English song I once heard, "Oceans Deep", and I think of guiven|Kishi. 's comment said
"I promised. I'm not going anywhere. I've been hiding in the deep sea. It's as lonely as the deep sea. The heart I can hold is shining brightly at the bottom of the sea.
...
Maybe the real moving is without language, There is no sound.... the
memory has burst into the flood, the desert hidden in everyone's heart or the quiet deep sea bottom. Lonely like the deep sea, who can approach step by step, deep in the heart of the sea, go to the bottom of the sea with heart Warm the memories of each other's life.
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