How do you pick up the threads of an old life,How do you go on,When in your heart you begin to understead,there is no going back.There are somethings that time cannot mend.some hurts they go to deep.that have taken hold.
Simple in form yet complex in nature. In this exquisite confluence of infinite and infinitesimal, Ozu calmly observes human nature and inevitable erosion of familial relations in rapidly changing world, with restriction, respect, and poignancy; time is his most potent weapon.