This is just a love story about Tumi.
The waiting of the floating clouds, the quiet embrace of the wind and snow, just to get closer to the hazy fog.
However, Yun forgot that fog is always a lie.
I am so loved that my body is bruised and bruised, and I cry hoarsely. However, time can never come back.
Us. You.
When can we meet again?
Who blew the trumpet? Who is about to leave and go to war?
The hazy moonlight shines on my heart, your appearance.
Finally forgotten in the flames of war...