We Ran Across Mountains and Seas, but Never Said Goodbye

Daba lost his ability to speak when he was young. He has no particular talents, and his days are bleak, much like the harsh winters of the Northeast.

Stubborn and withdrawn, he nevertheless bonds through running with a group of middle-aged men, each carrying his own burdens. From the streets of the Northeast to the Yunnan Plateau, from training in Kunming to crossing mountains toward the sea, they face a thousand-mile journey through wind and rain, side by side. They use their footsteps to fight mediocrity and their running to defend their dignity, making ordinary days blaze with warmth and lonely lives a little less solitary.

This is the passion of middle-aged men, and the tenderness of ordinary people. There are no halos or miracles, only a journey to the ends of the earth together and a brotherhood that never fades.