A series of short stories about characters, with no fixed internal connections and purely based on mood.
As pale as pear blossoms, there are hands full of blood that cannot be covered up. If the body is destroyed, can one redeem his soul? Fall in love with lies, and wake up from a dream under the pear blossom tree.
True and false, right and wrong, illusions and hallucinations, is it emotion or heart that moves? Are you really willing to stand up to the world for a beauty?
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