In the world of mortals and the war of 1911, he was young and did not look at the marquis of ten thousand households. She stood by the window and wrote about the red building. Once they met, they only wished to know each other. Their love was deep and they had no regrets. It was hard to say goodbye in life or death. . . The wheels of history are rolling by, and he is still him, but with an extra innocent heart, and she is still her, with just a little more sympathy. . . The lingering love and the great justice of the country, where will they go? A group of people, a city, a past like smoke and sand, is an unforgettable story of laughter and forgetfulness. . .