Happiness, pain, sadness, joy, experiencing countless separations and reunions, my heart is tired and my body can't move. Looking back at the past, I wonder if it is true love or lonely companionship.
A straight man and a crooked man meet in a bar and talk about their pasts. The straight man looks up to the sweetness of love, and the crooked man pursues the end of happiness. But straight men find deformity in sweetness, while crooked men face society in happiness. When looking back at the past, the two of them were tired, what should they choose?