His native family is a swamp, and she is the only driftwood. But the driftwood drifted away, and the mire swallowed him up. When she looked back, all that was left was a cold body and memories that couldn't be grasped. This time, she chose to sink with the mire.
She believed in gods, Buddhas, fate, and all illusory things. She just wanted to see his boy again. When she finally saw clearly, he was mad and dead. It turns out that the cruelest thing is not missing me, it is that I wanted to love you, but you are no longer here.
His legs were broken for me, his madness was for me, and his death was for me. I burned his suit, broke my head and prayed to gods and Buddhas, and even risked my life to meet him again in the next life. But the boy who loved me couldn't wait until spring after all, leaving only the scent of jasmine in Los Angeles, laughing at my hindsight every year.
Concept: How the trauma of the original family is like a domino, destroying an individual's life and triggering a series of irreparable tragedies