Be silent, my heart. Space is gloomy with mourning and weeping, can't stand your song.
Be silent, the ghosts of the night will not pay attention to your mysterious whispers, and the dark guard of honor will not stop before your dreams.
Be silent, my heart, until dawn.
—Helson
's children knew their fate for the first time as the rain slid over the black statue of the founder outside the boarding school window. Teacher Lucy speaks out what they both know and don't know.
"Do you know what a kid will be like when he grows up? ... No, you don't know, because no one knows, some people will become actors, move to America. Or work in supermarkets, or become teachers, of course they can also be Be an athlete or a school bus driver or race car driver, any job is possible. But I know your future, you won't move to America, you won't work in a supermarket, you'll just live according to the lifestyle that's been made for you , you will grow into adulthood, but the time of adulthood is very short. You will donate your vital organs when you are not old, even in middle age, and that is why you are created." Under the blow of the wind and rain, the withered flowers trembled as white as a shroud, the map swayed in the wind on the blackboard, and the air condensed in an instant.
The clouds poured down a sad rain, and the children just stared blankly, staring blankly and bewildered. The ball that was thrown out of the wall was covered with rain and lay in the grass. The dazzling red symbolizes the red of life. It is fresh but still. It is impossible to take this group of children away from the planned life course from the beginning. .
Their upbringing is lonely and alienated. The dimly lit auditorium exudes a quaint atmosphere, and the childish voices sing are not joyous songs, not praises for life, but lamentations of deception and comfort. The small world makes them only simulate life, and use the simulated life to speculate on the outside world. They take things abandoned by others as treasures, and their childish love and forbearance. In the daily mechanical repetition of life, they grow into boys and girls, and they will also leave this school and go to a remote farm somewhere outside to wait for the arrival of donations. The excited heart is just because for the first time, I can take a closer look at the outside world, not just imagination.
Tommy chooses to stay with Ruth, and Kath's days at the farm have been anticipating their possible breakup. After she was hurt again and again, she chose to be a caregiver. When they were about to leave the farm, Tommy and Ruth broke up. So far, no one has been able to confirm the "extended donation" rumor. It is rumored that "as long as the two people who love each other are confirmed to be truly in love, they can apply for a delayed donation."
Kath has been running around to take care of these donors. In the monotonous ward of the hospital, she is gentle and patient with her. With them, she has witnessed many people's last donations. The film does not cling to this estranged farewell to death, but softens and silences the harrowing scene. The sense of depth is not to keep people in pain forever, but to use a kind of power to support the heart in the dark and wait for the dawn, and the fear of the dark will eventually disappear with the black dream.
Their reunion is a shroud for the silent lily. The three went crazy again, and after several donations, Ruth became very weak. The three of them went to the sea together. It was a lonely sea, melancholy like a thin layer of fine dust on the cloth. The sound of panting running and the groaning of the debilitated human body after the organ transplant can be heard in his ears. Tommy steered like a captain, who can escape in the boat, who can escape the shackles of bondage in this long journey. In the weeds not far from the beach, Ruth speaks her mind, apologizing for her jealousy at the time for keeping Kath and Tommy apart. "You have true love, but I don't...", she said sadly. Wanting to make amends, she gave them the address of the gallery's wife. At this time, they still believed that "as long as you love each other, you can delay donation". The straight trunks are swaying in the wind, and some lives have withered, while others are accumulating strength to contend with fate. Tommy shows Kath paintings from recent years. Delicate depiction is a profound experience of life, each stroke is a trace of the passage of time, and these traces form a series of varied paintings. They believe that these paintings are enough to prove to those who have the quality in themselves that they can extend the opportunity to donate. At this time, Ruth was lying on the operating table for the last donation, her eyes were empty and weak, as if the future only existed in a beautiful imagination, floating in the air. The ventilator made a rapid beeping sound, and the doctor indifferently removed the organ and cleaned up the mess, but no one wept for the organ container. The zoomed-in picture is a kind of indifferent alienation. At the end of the long hospital corridor is a dazzling white and dazzling sunlight, and the figures are blurred.
We have always believed that what awaited was a miracle, making something possible that was once impossible. Kath accompanies Tommy to the seaside apartment where Mrs. Gallery lives. There is still embarrassment in her eyes. These people who know the truth, with contemptuous sympathy, throw the cruel truth on the hopeful Kath. In front of Tommy, the paintings are not to test whether their quality is excellent or not, but to test whether they have quality. Lonely people are powerless to imagine that in their vision of tomorrow, is there a ship that will take them to islands and lands one after another.
What followed was another donation from Tommy, which they both knew would be the last. Kath stood outside the operating room, staring at her beloved through tearful eyes through the glass. Tommy lay on the operating table and looked at each other, still smiling silently, and closed her eyes forever under the effect of anesthesia. The loved one has turned into a bloody death in front of him, and there is nothing more to do to relieve some kind of despair except the heartache and speechlessness.
Every step casts a shadow, and goes all the way to the depths of memory, where there was once love and once hope. A month later, Kath welcomed her first donation. She came to the bright suburbs and stood for a long time.
"I came here, fantasizing about this place. With everything I've lost since childhood, I told myself that if it were true, if I just waited patiently, a little shadow would appear on the prairie in the distance. And then more and more Big until I see Tommy. He'll wave at me, even call me, I can't expect too much, I can't, I remind myself I'm lucky if I have time with him. I'm not sure The question is how our lives are different from the lives of the people we save. We all end as well. Maybe we don't know our lives, or feel like we've had enough..."
Silence, my heart, Listen to my words. In my dreams I heard a thrush singing above a fire-breathing crater, I saw a lily lift its head in the snow; I saw a naked goddess dancing among the tombstones, I saw To a baby laughing and playing with the skull, I saw it all in a dream. I don't want to open my eyes, because there are still some people here, they were created, but they are not used to donate organs, but to donate the value and dignity of living.
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