Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
He whispers into the ancient stone,
Where he hides his secrets inside an oak tree,
It never occurred to him that he could ever be free
How can he get through this feeling alone?
As if his love for her would never be known.
He hopes that they will forever stay on this earth.
With silent lips, he kisses the past goodbye,
While his secrets grow into the grass and mud,
Just in time when the roses are starting to die.
All that remains is the empty spaces with faces half-seen in mirrors and doorways, all existing as an accumulation of moments and emotions that were never acted upon, something that is always remembered but remains inaccessible. Twenty years of forever yearning, twenty years of anguish kept safe, tucked close to the hollow space of our chest - here's to many more.