My Pen Is Blue,

Ling returned to society from prison, living seemingly as if nothing had happened, but the rhythm still lingered in the long and boring wait. Time in her life seems prolonged. Ling met herself four years ago, and didn't know where to start with their respective stories of going out and coming back. Experiences accompanied by a blue pen, radio, letters emerged… Flow of time created distance and space. The scars faintly ache, recording the passage of time and the changes in both sides. As days count down, one must face the world with no one around, rediscover, and restart life.