The elder sister told the story to the younger brother: it was dark at first, and then there was light...
The story was never finished. Before it was over, my mother came back. What about dad? no dad.
So they went to Germany to find their father. Mom said their dad was in Germany.
Where is Germany? what is his name? no one knows.
The elder sister asked, "Are you afraid?" The
younger brother replied, "Not afraid."
Soon after the story began, the director told us who their father was, and even their mother did not know.
Sister doesn't believe it. It's not that you don't believe it, it's that you don't want to believe it.
I would rather keep moving forward than accept the reality behind the road. This is how my sister lives.
Later, my sister knew that the man she first loved was gay, and she chose the same way.
Go, keep going. Even if today is the end of the world, no one can stop her.
Well, they met him on the way, a young wandering entertainer. His concern for them was so sincere.
He gave his sunny smile and golden heart to his siblings.
Then they parted and then met again.
My sister is no longer that sister. The younger brother is growing up quietly.
He didn't know what was going on inside the curtained truck. The long, silent pain, the long growing pain.
In the early morning, she crept into his room, only to find him outside. A huge hand was raised.
No matter how big your hand is, you can't hold your own destiny.
He knows his sister, I think so. Although he didn't know what they were looking for, he knew they would keep going.
Yes, sometimes, it doesn't matter what you look for. Importantly, we are always looking.
Powerless, he let them go.
"It's always like this for the first time. When we feel our hearts pounding, we think it's dead..." It
won't die, it will survive, constantly giving up and compromising.
At the end of the story, indeed, they crossed a river. Waiting for the dawn in the dark night.
The younger brother asked, "Are you afraid?" The
elder sister didn't answer.
The younger brother said, then let me tell you a story: it
was dark at first, and then there was light...
The fog dissipated, and as he predicted, a tree appeared on the other side.
Thinking of Lao She's "Crescent Moon", the difference is that the end of the movie gave us a little bit of hope, so pitiful a little consolation.
It's a coming-of-age movie, they say. That's right, the younger brother has grown up, but the elder sister has grown old.
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