This is a story about the world.
The clouds are moving in all directions, and the top of Bu Zhou is not there.
This is a story about love.
Teenagers and girls, green and hazy.
If I hold the knife, I can't hug you; if I put down the knife, I can't protect you.
How can we make a perfect choice between the people and the world, between him and her?
In the end, is the world all over the place except for her, or is it a happy life, holding hands in peace, or is it sitting with a beautiful woman and watching the storm with a smile?