A person's heart, a person's desert island, may be revealed with just a snap of a finger. Throughout the world, there are different opinions when it comes to love. One person, one city, is a wounded city. Shangcheng, a place that belongs to one person, is silent in the desolate memory and cannot extricate itself. The streets, deep alleys, and distant mountains are all desolate, with only me. Walking in this desolate place, I think of the past again, but I don't know if I can't let it go, or can't let it go? (Because I haven't watched Hakuouki for a long time, I have forgotten the plot... Don't mind it, there will be some written by myself...)