The legendary Shanghai.
The sound of gunshots, shadows of knives and drunkenness, the bloodbath in the world and the beauty in roses.
In the darkness, some people rise up overnight and become the sky with their hands, while others fall down and disappear without a trace.
As everyone knows, one generation passes and another generation comes.
The sun rises and sets.
There is nothing new under the sun.
But, will you still remember? On Lantern Festival last year, there was a flower market with lights like daylight.
The Republic of China, □□.
The story of the dancer and the hero.