In my lens, there lives a lover who cannot speak.
Gu Yu's world is quiet.
As a hearing-impaired photographer, he uses his frame to listen to the heartbeat of the world.
Until that autumn, Shen Mian broke into his lens——
Her short chestnut hair glows warm brown in the sun. When feeding the cat, the pear dimple on her right cheek always appears first than on the left.
He taught her the poetry of light, and she learned for him the language of silence.
They interlocked in the red light of the darkroom and shared a pair of headphones in the rain of parasol trees.
He photographed 732 of her moments and said they were "the beginning of eternity."
When sorting out the works for the film festival, Aunt Zhou discovered that one person was vacant in all the group photos. Lao Chen remembered that when he played the piano, Gu Yu would always stand in the corner where the vibration was clearest.
Only then did Shen Mian realize the unfinished sentence in his notebook:
"When you fall in love with me belatedly——"
Concept: Love is the eternal manifestation beyond life and memory, and the real death is being forgotten by the one you love.