Poetry in Tony Leung Chiu Wai's film "The Tricycle Driver"

I still remember you-the episode of "rickshaw puller", between the ancient banks of the river, leaves fall and flowers stay. The sun sets in the west, and it's chilly. My heart wandered in the small village. I remember you as a child. I remember you, and your beautiful outline is still vague. You stare at me, and tenderness teaches me happiness. I still remember the sun shining on your pure white cheeks and your curly hair. On July 8, 2003, the unnamed river-the theme of "tricycle driver" when I was born, I sobbed to myself. Blue sky and earth, undercurrent surging. Over the years, I have grown up gradually. No one cares about me, no name. Rivers have no names and flowers have no colors. Fragrant and silent. Ah! River! Ah! Passerby! In the life of that tricycle, I spent year after year, month after month I owe my ancestors an unforgettable debt. Go back to your hometown. Supplement what you don't have.