In this world, there is a group of people who are not bound by time and space, nor do they belong. They wander... Wander... Abandon everything in their wandering, and are abandoned by everything in their wandering. Only the scenery along the way and the memory of exile are left, and the heart that has been warmed by love and hate has become cold together.
Their past is a distant future that is beyond our reach even in our fantasies;
Their future is a historical record that we have not yet experienced the vicissitudes of change...
After being in exile for eternity, looking for a way home, exploring my hometown, losing everything in the magic of time, I remembered the forgotten motto "My heart is at peace".