The child who threw stones at his biological father, punished the prosecutor’s wife with death, the violent police chief who did not want to go home to face his sick son, the criminal who concealed the truth, and the doctor who concealed the cause of death... Still staying after compromising on life Many bitter fruits. Like the apple that was shaken off the tree, it kept rolling, being carried around by external forces, and finally slipped into the ditch. In the oil lamp, the village chief’s four daughters handed black tea to everyone, as beautiful as walking from an oil painting, similar to the beauty of religion, untouchable, frightened, and trembling to make you soft inside and outside. The suspect put down his tight face for the first time, tears streaming down his face. In the end, the blood stains on the doctor's face were not wiped off. Who is the woman in the photo at the table? At the end of the song, the sound of the children playing football is mixed with the sound of autopsy, "It rains, the years pass, we can't change anything." All rigid programming, all the small details, let us feel that it is always in us. Happened around. In this helpless and cruel life, the only comfort is the "beautiful woman" in the film: one is the Virgin who delivers tea in the dark, the other is the wife of the deceased who knows all the truth, the other is the scar in the prosecutor’s statement, the other is The secret in the doctor's photo. A small story can be told in detail for 150 minutes, spreading all kinds of problems and endless reveries. No matter how fast this big country goes, it can't catch up with it, no matter how much it has. The best and best in Ceylon.
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