In the moment when time exists in the concrete world but disappears in the invisible world, it seems that the passage of time is just like a blink of the eye. Thank God, men are destined to die! One afternoon in the autumn, l see my grandma's withered body. Grandma, a paralyzed patient who can think but cannot act, lies on the bed alone and seems to wait for something. What is she waiting for? What are my parents waiting for? What are these feelings like if freedom is always viewed as important as one's life?
Director
Wu Wen-Chun
Born in 1981 Taiwan. Now working in media industry.
