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Time is such a wonderful thing. It can help you forget and deepen your memory. However, what is the standard for "forgetting" or "remembering"? If time really cuts through, which day would you go back to, and to whom would you say different things?
This is a story that takes place in a metropolitan city. Under the dazzling light, they are all fragile people with their own imperfections. In this era of apocalyptic carnival, the only one that can be moved by that inadvertent love is yourself.
We have all been sober for too long, it's time, today we have wine, today we are drunk...
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