At twelve o'clock at night, there were no tears. After watching the film in one breath, the black and white film is technically restored to color, and everyone and everything in front of the screen seems to indicate that this is a movie, but it is so real that people start to feel suffocated and panic. Fragmented memories piece together deep memories that belong to real historical facts. Even with laughter and celebrations, fears that cannot be perceived in the peaceful years are still rising in the countless faces in the color picture, and the black and white picture of the celebration slides to the bottom. In the life after the end, there is too much information hidden behind this war, ordinary soldiers seem to be involved in it, but they don't understand many things. This film has a completely different experience. I am not walking into other people's lives. The black and white color of the picture falls back into black and white. It is like riding a boat, slipping into the past war years, and getting out smoothly. In many episodes, it can be overwhelming to mix life and death all at once. Thoughts seem to be hanged in barbed wire in front of trenches. The sight of blood and flesh and the stench traveled to modern times, how long did the sound of gunfire stop at that time? Has the era of peace really come? The description in "The Kite Runner" began to climb up the vines. There are more soldiers in the film, but I am still desperate for war. When the experience fills the body, everything takes on a different attitude. The paintbrush of the old memory video stained with color paints deeply and silently drew a line in my heart. May peace last forever, I am fortunate and pray silently.
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