Before introducing this film, I want to tell another story.
A distant cousin of mine who owns a store with her husband and has two sons. I have no memory of her first son who came to play at my house. According to my parents, he was a very nice and approachable boy. When he was in the first grade of elementary school, on the first day of school, he went to the school to pick up a new book and walked out of the school gate when he was hit by a truck, his abdomen was split open, and he died on the spot. It was her husband who had gone to the scene to retrieve the boy's body. And she has been in grief, not eating or drinking for a few days, and for a few months she can only cry at the boy's clothes when he was born. A few years later, she had a second son. Now this son is also in elementary school. He is healthy and lively, and is often scolded by her for being greedy and playful.
Today, her family moved and bought a house next to her second son's elementary school. From home to school gate, less than 100 steps. I walked into her new home and saw a lively scene with many relatives gathered. Large photos hang on the walls of the spacious living room, reflecting the three people in the family today. The three people in white dresses smiled extremely happily. I stood there for a long time, thinking of a child who died young.
The family in the film also lost a son. The plot is already known to me because of some introductions, and in fact it's not as complicated as I originally thought. The content of the story is just a family that has become more sensitive due to the death of one of its members.
The father likes to run and often runs along the road with his son. After the death of his son, the father often recalled the old two running from some small things. He went elsewhere for work on the day his son died. Maybe if he hadn't gone elsewhere and invited his son to run again, eat ice cream, and watch a movie on the same day, his son would not have died suddenly. He often thinks like this, and takes these regrets to heart, going to the diving store, going to the video store, going to write letters to his son's girlfriend before his death, going to the playground to endure the suffocation of the huge volley, thinking that as long as he works hard can go back to the past.
I understand this father very well, so I feel the same, and when he hides his face with a photo of his son's room, his eyes get wet.
How to stop grieving after losing someone and move on with your life. I have wondered since a long time ago. I used to send text messages to a mobile number without interruption, until one day, the owner of that number told me that it had been shut down and became an empty number, and now it has changed hands. So, I can no longer text. My mind is forever stuck on the text message it told me he passed away, forgetting anything else, warm or sad.
Every word spoken by the living will be heard. So don't be stingy with what you should say. Only heaven and man are separated forever, and whatever you say to the sky will be buried in the ground. At this time, you can only continue to live. Unless you're willing to admit that you've been crushed by grief and can't stand up again.
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