破碎的年代,再大的痛也绝不哭。不会哭、会忍,是我的爹。时代过去了,他还没有过去。现在他的身份是高雄市某医师的父亲,孙女回来时还依照旧俗例行与全家拍个照。多数时刻他只是一个人孤零零地,独居南台湾某个乡下:与家人不沟通、不来往。城市的灯光嚣张又喧嚷地在他身边亮起,取代了当年的炮火。五颜六色的招牌照亮城市每个角落,但他的人生始终黑白,甚至始 Broken age, then the big pain never cry. Will not cry, will endure, is my father. The time has passed and he has not passed yet. Now his identity is the father of a physician in Kaohsiung City. When his granddaughter returns, he also takes a photo with his family according to the routine of old customs. Most of the time he is just a solitary person living alone in a certain country in southern Taiwan: he does not communicate with his family or travels with him. The city lights arrogant and shouting at his side light, replacing the gun of the year. Colorful signs illuminate every corner of the city, but his life is always black and white, even beginning