In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, there was mist and rain in Shanghai, and we met again on the long street.
She was an orphan whose family had been broken up and she had been living alone for ten years. She was holding an old umbrella, waiting for someone who didn't return.
He was an officer who had returned from a bloody battle and couldn't help himself. He had deep feelings, but he could only push her away with his own hands.
In times of war and turmoil, the family and country are in turmoil,
Ten years of waiting, once we meet, we are separated for half a lifetime.
He exchanged his ruthlessness for her peace, and she guarded him for the rest of his life with her obsession.
It turns out that the most painful thing is not separation between life and death.
I love you, but I can only protect you, not accompany you.
"Old Dreams on the Long Street and Unreturned People"
A deep love in troubled times spanning Jiangnan and Shanghai,
A love that lasts until death.
