A bankruptcy plunged Zhao Yaoguang's life into a fog. A misread card at the door of the bar turned out to be his secret connection with Dazhou Island.
In the melodiousness of the shamisen, he met the lively Niu Niu and the cold Sesame. The teachings across the screen are comfort and distance - they are the light in his dark life, but they are like silhouettes in the fog, unable to see clearly.
For an unspoken expectation, he traveled thousands of miles to Dazhou Island. The drums of the Wind Festival are broken and hazy, and the red robes of Ying Ge and Dancing hide the enthusiasm of Niu Niu. The "Hymn of the Wind Festival" sung by Ma Ling (Sesame) is wrapped in the saltiness of the sea and the whispers of the dead. On the plank road in the windward competition, his instinctively stretched out hand touched the real temperature, but he jumped down before victory.
The freshness of the fish, the scent of the hand-written music scores, the wind on the road around the island... When he left the island, were he taking away memories or a deeper confusion?
The unspoken words, the unasked for contact information, and the temperature of the fingertips are all immersed in the halo called "hazy". Just like the question he still can't figure out: Does the past really exist? Perhaps the answer lies in the vague but warm outline of Dazhou Island every time I look back.
Intention: bond, redemption, regret