An ordinary rice cooker
And a man who wails, wiping the rice cooker
What story does his wail have..
Elderly men enjoying the spring picnic
With lots of sound equipment, too!
How to enjoy picnic 'professionally'
But..wait...
Isn't this a grave...!?
What on earth are you doing?!
Whose grave is that?
It's my mother's
Oh...I see...It's your mother's...
But why are you doing this in front of her grave...?
I want her to enjoy
she used to love music
A very unique scene in front of a grave.
JaeIk Park (61) Mother used to love people.
So I come here often with my friends.
After his friends' talent show,
he plays the saxophone calmly
And it's already been a year since he started grave concert
Next day
middle of work
He suddenly leaves the work
and the place where he headed was
A room which is located in the corner of his factory
Mother, I'm here.
His mother was there
I moved her belongings here.
I want to see them whenever I miss her
Her photos and her belongings
His time has stopped in front of his passed away mother.
He wipes her belongings as if he's massaging her shoulder
Though he has been doing this for so long,
the rice cooker breaks his heart
Longing or sorriness
Because of those regrets
She cooked for me
I love boiled barley
so she said she cooked boiled barley for me
But I couldn't go because I was too busy..
"Busy.."
"He just put his mother off for a while"
thinking that tomorrow would come again.
If I knew that it was the last time...
I would go right away..
I didn't know this would happen...
"Mother"
A young lady fell in love with a man
and became a mother.
Her smiles became manure for her children
And when her children grew up,
she was already old.
Time flew
and only one child longs for her
JaeIk Park (61) My mother used to love music
So I just wanted to play often for her
On a day with spring rain,
he headed to his mother.
Do you come when the weather isn't good, too?
Yes, I come on a rainy day, too.
I come and play even when it's snowy or rainy
Mom~ I came again
Wasn't it too cold last night?
He comes here after an hour of driving.
His mother's grave.
Hoping she wasn't too lonely last night
A face that he can't see anymore
He recalls his mother here
I think she's listening to it in the sky
I will play for her til I die.
And his unfinished filial piety continues