Death is particularly surprising. Whether it is an adult or a minor, the living who can only accept it silently in the end behave more bizarre, weird, and heartbreaking than the world thinks.
"Have you ever thought about your mother? Have you thought about the car accident? Don't you think he should know the truth? The truth? What is the truth? There is no story in the car accident, so people must make up a story to make them feel angry. "
The truth of death that has not been revealed from the beginning to the end is the pain that the remaining living are trying to avoid.
The young brother used electronic music, the decomposition of bird bones, writing and being alone as a means of venting his loss and pain. Silent, outlier, shooting and falling constantly in the game, writing daily and graceful words in hopeless secret love. The dead leaves that were stepped on, curled up into a ball of body, so sad and helpless.
The new father's elder brother appeared in front of everyone with a gentle and soft posture. The blue shirt, the newborn, the mother's photographic imaging studio, accidentally discovered the secret of his mother's derailment, and his eyes were stabbed. He was so pitiful and so forbearing that his subsequent derailment and betrayal only made people feel boundlessly vulnerable. He was even more sighing than his twelve-year-old brother who lost his mother. He told his father that many things before his mother died would be shared with him alone. Sitting in front of the computer, he sorted out his mother's legacy and discarded works, thinking of the scar left by the bullet on his mother's elbow. What makes life tremble more than war, killing, and cruelty is that the living still live in memory. You still love the deceased, and you miss it so hard that you can't ask for it, but time will see through to dilute her existence, she still exists, and reality will make you doubt it.
You love her, but you gradually no longer need her, and you even doubt whether you ever needed her when she was alive.
Another father in the story cares for his weak and outlying son by following this lame and sad way. He tried to transfer part of the guilt and anxiety of his dead wife to his elder son. However, everyone in the family has different interpretations and attitudes towards the death of their loved ones, and the way they deal with parting is also different. Faced with the death of his wife, I think my father's derailment is quite natural. Does the deceased have an obligation to bind the living who are still tortured by reality? I thought I could not criticize my father too much. In fact, his brother also used derailment to escape his father's responsibility and panic. Perhaps at that important moment that should be celebrated with his wife, there should be mother’s blessing and companionship, psychological lack, and too little communication with his wife, especially when his painful secrets cannot be shared, stay with his ex-girlfriend for a night It is the fastest way to escape.
The ex-girlfriend who broke into life suddenly after being separated for many years, and the mother who survived in memory after many years of separation.
The way of saying goodbye and remembrance was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear harshness.
At the end of the story, they said goodbye to the dead in a shattered and brave manner.
Goodbye does not mean never seeing you again.
It's just like that car that keeps moving forward, and finally published in the newspapers unsatisfactory and lie reports, the vulgar and reckless behavior of the crush, the growth of force majeure in the newborn.
Death and memory are more powerful than artillery fire.
But love is always beyond your imagination.
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