A messy room. Beer cans, wine bottles, a half-finished glass of whisky... A girl stirs drowsily and begins her morning routine. This is "your" morning-slow, reluctant, heavy with sleep. I’m the one watching over you, playfully teasing while you strum the guitar and sip your drink. One day, in town, you pass "the childhood friend" buying anemones-the flowers I loved. Remembering that, you hurry to buy some yourself. "The childhood friend" arranges the anemones with gentle care. Years after my death, you hear a noise from the closet. When you open it, my garden stands before you, vivid and alive. Emotions surge between us, unspoken but overwhelming. Later, as you leave that room of memories, a painting of anemones-your own work-hangs in your new room. (Source: Annecy Film Festival)

Garden of Remembrance
A messy room. Beer cans, wine bottles, a half-finished glass of whisky... A girl stirs drowsily and begins her morning routine. This is "your" morning-slow, reluctant, heavy with sleep. I’m the one watching over you, playfully teasing while you strum the guitar and sip your drink. One day, in town, you pass "the childhood friend" buying anemones-the flowers I loved. Remembering that, you hurry to buy some yourself. "The childhood friend" arranges the anemones with gentle care. Years after my death, you hear a noise from the closet. When you open it, my garden stands before you, vivid and alive. Emotions surge between us, unspoken but overwhelming. Later, as you leave that room of memories, a painting of anemones-your own work-hangs in your new room. (Source: Annecy Film Festival)














