When faced with "nothing to find" and "forced to say goodbye," humans will always become strange. We are lost without a purpose to our awareness.
Is it to jump into the sea of time and witness again and again the joys and sorrows of our cyclical history? Or to retreat into our dreams hoping to rediscover those most intimate strangers? The filmic image springs from the author's memory and wobbles between collective human history and the individual fates of ancestors and descendants.
The film’s emotions are like a pink dolphin that is constantly being searched for, bobbing up and down in the ever flowing waves, not knowing whether it is real or make believe. Maybe we dictate our own reality by the simple act of observing.