The summer has its own songs. Whispering softly, they make their way to us from the depths of the jungle. The high treetops sway and rustle. Once a tiger prowled the village. The father doesn’t tell his son about this, as he holds him tight. In calm takes that concede the jungle its beauty, stature and deep serenity, the images move between the immediate and the totality, betwe...
晦溟岚烟，恰闻山中人语。静观物移，村空谁话家常。蜂群盘踞，精怪隐没，长熬夏日出神。
#戛纳补课 3.5，较前作更松散了一些，但依旧很温柔。
此刻与未完成的
白天是黑白 夜晚是彩色 温柔或是伤痛的夏日低语
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