My mother passed away 4 years ago. “Did she really vanish following her dead body?” I always think. Could I find the living traces of my mother if now is the sequel to the past? I have dreamed of my mother still alive then wailed to the ceiling when I waked up. I wanted to back to the dream. If image is the art close to dream then I’ll capture the dream of reality with image. “Do you want to stay in the dream or say good bye?” somebody asked. Both, I think. Now, I’ve left the pain and the sorrowful self in the film, forever.