About this Video
A woman, clad in all black and a veil, sits on a bench at the park one winter afternoon, mourning for her late finance. Tormented by the last words they exchanged (a heated argument), she desperately endeavors one last attempt to contact him with the help of am empty clay mug. Failing to do so, she blurts out the things she has kept inside for several agonizing months. She cannot even cry for she has exhausted her eyes. After the pouring sentiment, the mug she clasps is filled up— with tears.