“At the end of time, when all matters returns to its origin, you and I, will have just been memories. Nothing real, something is dreaming us. Embrace the illusion.” 在时间的终结处一切事物将回归原初你我将只成为回忆无物真实某物正梦着我们拥抱幻象吧
Tender, intimate, and poetic portrayal of a harsh yet carefree childhood in retrospect. Juxtaposed with the now successful life filled with jaded attitudes and health anxieties, the childhood memories evoked by physical sensations shine with purity and naivety that seems distantly precious and painfully beautiful.