There are flowers in the courtyard, pen and ink on the desk, and shadows of lights in the rainy night.
People come and go, flowers bloom and fall, everything has its own rules, and this is also the case for her.
Until someone handed a bouquet of flowers to her hand.
Since then, wind and rain have rewritten the story, and the atmosphere has invaded each other, and the involvement has gradually deepened.
The world has no room for hesitation.
They left each other in an unknown place under the lamp on a rainy night.
Later, the moon was white on the river, and the shadow of the boat was silent.
There is no record of this life.
Intent: Emotions move towards nothingness under the oppression of social order, showing the tension between individual emotions and the structure of the times.
