three horses
The dust burns into a long dragon
It's been raining for a hundred years
who ever stopped
rolling apple
But to rot with the stream
black out
The wind is walking sideways
She lowered candles and teacups
wake up dream
black dog with grey hair
The bark startled a few crows
he has been punished
You who can't get out of your homeland and past
child staring out the window
wipe off the side face
Determined to bury the truth
Side note: Thinking back to SIFF22th in 2019, when I watched "Once Upon a Time in Asia Minor" for the first time, I walked out of the Cao Yang Cinema. On that boulevard, Lao Ma and I were so excited that they couldn't speak incoherently. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and both the external and the heart are like vicissitudes. When I reunite with this work, I can better understand the pain of everyone in this lament and the sorrow of the other side.
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