Another seemingly old story.
Two lives, 6 men and women.
One time, two men and one woman, and the next time, two women and one man.
I have to say, history, amazingly similar!
The power of fate is amazing!
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In your memory, your father is still that simple country boy with eyes like a crescent moon.
In my memory, my mother is still the daughter of that happy, carefree senator with a beautiful face.
A chance encounter in the countryside made the red thread between the hands of two young people silently implicated and tangled.
It's just that in such a turbulent age, the disparity of the family, the pure and beautiful first love, in the face of power and responsibility, friends and family,
can only helplessly shake and shatter.
Once, my mother used her thin white hands to put the love necklace on your father's neck.
Once, your father, who chose a friend, put it back in front of your mother's room before going to the battlefield, resolutely.
Once, my mother was chasing the train to the battlefield, crying to your father in the window while weeping: "Jun Ha, if you want to come back, you must come back alive~".
Thousands of words that cannot be said, unswerving vows, once again, the mother handed the necklace into the hands of her lover, as if she had given her life.
Yes, that necklace is the sustenance of life, with the mother's admonition and hope, bless her lover and return from the battlefield victorious.
Therefore, even at the juncture of life and death, her lover still chooses to go back and find the lost necklace, which is what he regards as life, even if it costs a lifetime of light.
It's a pity that war and love are always so unpleasant to look at each other. Since then, the clutch has converged.
When my mother took me when I was young, I stood on the bank of the river and looked at the rainbow in the distant mountains, when I meditated. After being interrupted, she finally saw her lover again after many years. . . It's just that he has been reduced to ashes, lying in that dark and narrow box.
"Actually, Jun Ha got married after hearing the news of your marriage." The
mother's uncontrollable weeping face, reflected in the light of the beautiful rainbow, solidified into an indelible scene in my childhood memory.
The origin is immortal.
Once missed, how helpless. Between the stars and the stars, the unbelievable fate, after all, is to overcome the pair of hands that turn the clouds over the rain, lead you and me, and meet again.
Mother and father, their love, can finally cross life and death, in you and me, meet again, continue, completely.
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The classic. It means "classic".
The so-called classic, perhaps to a certain extent, is no different from the "old-fashioned".
However, such a story will still be moved.
If love has providence. It's a movie to watch.
Not for anything else. Just for the "classic".
PS.
Zhihui and Shangmin, their stories are not so simple. Just here, not much to say, leave blank.
The whole film runs through two main lines from beginning to end. One is Joo-hee and Jun-ha, and the other is Ji-hye and Sang-min. One is the old and conservative love that belongs to the parents' generation, and the other is the fresh and happy love that belongs to the younger generation. One is sad and one is happy, one is slow and one is fast, and even the soundtrack of the entire film presents completely different, can be said to be contradictory styles, and it must be said that the director and screenwriter's originality and clever arrangement.
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