"If life is a roll of film that can be rewinded, do you dare to live another kind of exposure in the flashback?"
This is not a story of "returning to youth", but a story of "premature aging" - when the wisdom of a 78-year-old comes to a 28-year-old body, youth is no longer capital, but a language that needs to be relearned. Liu Qiuhua's journey is a soul searching for grammar in a time dislocation. What he ultimately writes is not a perfect poem, but his own, flawed but true narrative poem.
