The father originally had a good job and family conditions, but after this accident, he abandoned all to live alone on the boat and had no direction. I mentally "tortured" myself, suffering, dazed, and at a loss. Got the hat of a murderer's father. Until he met a boy who loved music just like his son, he was the continuation of his father's love, he made music with him and started a band. I did what my son couldn't do, and experienced the path that my son's young life should have taken. At the end of the film, my father played the guitar and sang my son, my son, my son.. I finally couldn't hold back the tears. Paternal love whispered in pain in the depths of her heart. When I bravely said that my son was a murderer in front of everyone, and when I felt the pain of the victim's stele in my son's university, I really felt very distressed. . . If only the image of the son and the boy making music together in a band was real.
Full marks, to this deep helpless and warm father's love.
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