This is a story about the shogunate era.
People live in a seemingly stable era.
Everyone has their own concerns.
Who can gain true freedom?
Everyone is dragged down by their identity, life experience, and involuntarily.
The time of youth is always short, but in these drifting moods,
Has everyone learned to grow?
Or has something been lost?
(PS: There are facts and facts about the clothing culture of Japan's Edo period, etc., But my cultural level is limited, so omissions are inevitable. I hope readers can correct me and forgive me : P)