In the past time, what kind of despair is needed to reach the hope of another village; what kind of courage and open-mindedness is needed to choose to let go. The secret love and joy of his youth thought they would blossom and bear fruit when he looked back, but instead he became the closest stranger. Step by step, the quagmire has buried the past and present time, and even the dreams of the future no longer dare to be extravagant. But in the end it was him, and only him.