It’s a wrap for “The Rice Bomber”

22nd May we begin production, 5th July we wrap. Changhua, Keelung, Hualien. Dusk, scorching sun and dark nights, “The Rice Bomber” is searching for the most truthful, the deepest and the simplest unadorned touching part of life.

“I’m Searching” – Yang Rumen

I’m searching.
Searching for the memories of soil, the childhood times.
Butterflies fluttering, accompanying me through
The sugarcanes, the wheat fields, the grape vines,
Splurging the great moments of life.

I’m searching.
Searching for the source of birth, the course after death.
Bustling for name, power and status.
Coming here plain and clean,
Leaving with stains and degenerations.
What’s the true meaning of covering this journey?

I’m searching.
Searching for the direction of tomorrow, searching the landing spot of the rootless duckweed.
Trying hard to break free from
The pursue of the looking down, the coldness, the tears
The long nights, there’s only loneliness staying by my side.

I’m searching.
Searching for self-acceptance,
Spinning and sprinting on the beach of Liaoluo.
Strolling and swimming like a fish in the nature of Dongyin.
Kicking hard, hitting the two sharp stones on the path of life.
Blood, depression.

I’m searching,
Searching for the message in the winds,
Gathering the wings, standing on the cape,
When the callings arrive, I’ll part with my most beloved,
Jumping into the world of chaos.

I’m searching.
Searching for the trails of truth, searching for the pool of courage.
Darkness shadowed the earth.
Poverty, greed, classification.
In the midst of the glowing red sky,
Rodents, on the rampage.

I’m searching.
Searching for the slit where seeds of dreams could blossom.
The cold street, drizzling.
Sealed heart, persistent moves.
Moving towards the unjust screams hidden among the grasslands.

I’m searching.
Searching for the window that god has opened.
A window leading to the future of the farmers,
The children’s hope.
If you know where it is,
Please tell me.