Is there a moment when you feel that this is it, no more struggle, accepting everything that comes, and not chasing after what has gone? Was there ever a moment when, under the oppression of violence, you chose to lose yourself? Was there that moment when the sweetness diluted the hurt and the look of love became clearer? Is there ever a moment when the issue of distance is left behind and the road ahead is long, so let's live the present moment first?
A narrative history of growth, a story about women's powerlessness and compassion in the face of violence, and finally their irreversibility. In the ordinary world, thousands of you and I may have experienced this before.
Intention: Defining right and wrong, clarifying whether it is love or mutual ties