He watched her go from innocent to cunning. She saw him struggling with the ups and downs of his career. He marries once, secondly, and thirdly, but the bride is never her. His handwriting was soaked into the rice paper and had been laid out for a lifetime, but she seemed to be in it. Each other's lives are intertwined with each other like vines, and because of this, the two people stumble and stumble along the way. It turns out that this is also a kind of eternal life.