The disappearing legacy and consequence of suicide

The story told by the director: 

It all began with a heavy burden on my young shoulders—a weight I carried for years, convinced I was to blame for my father's untimely death. At just twelve years old, I felt as though my life truly began, shaped by the tragedy of losing him to suicide. Over the years, the burden of guilt only grew heavier, until at seventeen, I embarked on a journey to uncover the truth behind his death and my perceived responsibility in it. 

Through my quest for answers, I stumbled upon a revelation that would alter the course of my life forever. I discovered that my father, a traditional Japanese man, struggled to fit into American culture—a clash that ultimately led to his demise. In my pursuit of understanding, I found solace in storytelling and journalism, recognizing the power of breaking down cultural barriers to honor his memory. 

However, upon returning to Japan a decade later, finally fulfilling my goal to tell stories about Japan to the rest of the world, I was confronted with a harsh reality—my father's past had been erased, his childhood home abandoned, and our family grave disregarded. It felt as though his history had been wiped clean, leaving me with a profound sense of failure to protect the legacy he cherished. 

This loss resonated deeply within me, fueling frustration and discontent in my career. I threw myself into work, believing that climbing the corporate ladder was the only way to fulfill my father's legacy. But it wasn't until I attended a funeral at the very place where we had bid farewell to my father that I realized I had been viewing life through the wrong lens.