The name of my lover is written on the bedside of an old rental house, and I wake up from a dream and return to the city ten years ago. A reborn body seems to have an ulterior past... A mysterious corner coffee shop, a bizarre murder case, an underground band singing banned songs, a man who is closely connected to the fate of his body... His own destiny seems to have some connection with this bizarre world. In this world of near death, what do you choose, escape or redemption?
(Dedicated to my dear, Jue. And everyone who likes to read novels and cry and laugh happily.)