a perfect slice-of-life about life itself; all-encompassing. it’s not that time repeats itself here, but love does, along with all of our human impulses. we fight with our family, hold onto stubborn luck, fall in and out of love, and suffer one tragedy after another. it’s the purity of trust that keeps us locked in step with each other, sometimes wordless but with boundless affection. perseverance is a given in this world; there’s no doubt about it.
at the end, Yang-Yang delivers his letter to his grandma as his family looks on. they’ve all been grieving for ages before this. NJ, standing behind his wife, goes to sit down—not beside her, but across the aisle next to their daughter. she silently spills a tear. he grips her hand with stoic affection. they all keep looking on, seeing the past, the present, and the future all at once.
