Think about it, I haven't shed tears for a movie for a long time. Is it because the movie is becoming more and more superficial, or is time not only rough on my skin, but also on my heart? However, this 8-minute short film made me cry and could not stop.
The little figure of the girl struggling to move forward in the wind and the raised hair, the rotating bicycle axle circle cast by the sun and the leaves falling with the wind, as if the sound of the never-ending tide, the boat quietly parked at the bottom of the lake . We can't see the disappearing and persistent waiting, we can't see their faces, can't see their expressions, only the incomparably real pain, slowly creeping up, as if the gust of wind was blowing on the body, the fallen leaves fell on the shoulders. Up, the waiting figure is me...
The old daughter found the boat at the bottom of the lake. She curled up at the bottom of the boat, as if time had reversed, and she returned to that broad and warm embrace, as if she had never left.
Those who we thought left, never left, he was always there, in my heart, never lost.
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