1937, Shanghai.
She played Chopin in the piano room, and he listened to it in the cafe. One is a music teacher in a church school, and the other is an ideal medical student.
He said: "Wait until I come back and listen to you finish playing "Moonlight""
She smiled and said yes, taking it for granted that "tomorrow" would be the same as the next note.
Then, the gunshot rang out.
From the artillery fire of "August 13" to the "Flesh and Blood Mill" in Luodian; from looking across the river at the smoke of Sihang Warehouse, to the bad news in Wuli Village... They once thought that love could transcend trenches and ruins.
The night before the fall of Shanghai.
The Suzhou river sobbed, but no one heard it——
The sound of a broken heartstring is more silent than the artillery fire that destroys the city.
"If the string is broken and no one listens, this song will never be heard."
Intention: When the broken mountains and rivers become a foregone conclusion, love is not the dust crushed by the times.
