This is a story about a thief. Look at friendship among thieves, and look at people's hearts among rules. Those seemingly sneers and strength, if you taste them carefully, can you taste the smell of alcohol? Memories are like wine, are you drunk? Did the lines in Life in the Play, True and False ever remind you of the turbulence that had been secretly surging in your heart? This story does not involve risking one's own life, but it tells the story of fate hanging on a thread. There is no sentimentality like picking up flowers in the morning and evening, but the half-drunk and not-so-drunk feeling reveals a half-cold and unforgettable feeling.