“Love,” “family ties,” “family,” “enemies.” How fortunate it is to have someone who loves you deeply in an ordinary world. But if that person is your enemy, could you still love them? On a misty, rainy night, they meet for the first time, and their hearts stir for the first time. The road ahead is fraught with hardship, but they bear it all without complaint, dreaming of the future, never knowing that what awaits them is such “suffering.”
“The rain’s patter slowly reaches the ear,” “the wind outside the window finds its way into the heart.” Beside the stove, a flute’s melody rises.
