The backlight and the moon are shaded by the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
The flames of war are raging, the wind and the moon are passing, the disaster is floating, the drunken love is mourning
They are five sisters, one is a beauty with red makeup, one is as melancholy as the moon, one is innocent, one has a rotten voice, and one is a peerless beauty.
They just lamented the impermanence of things and let them fall into the world of Hokage. It seems that he is living a prosperous life, but in fact he is secretly in love. The threads of fate are complicated. Did they subvert fate or succumb to it? Should you respect your love and give it a try, or be lost in the torrent of love, hatred, and hatred? ...