Behind countless cases is reflection, and behind countless bloody witnesses is the cherishment of this moment.
Four people, with questions about human nature, embarked on a road paved with mysteries. In the process, the two men went from strangers to familiarity. How will they develop against the bloody background?
After the silence, in the depression, he took his hand.
Behind the madness, on the edge of distortion, he held his hand behind his back.
He is his note, he is his color, colliding in the prison, that is Utopia, that is Paradise, that is the beauty that we cannot touch.
Now when I open my eyes, it will be dawn, and I will hold hands with him and walk towards the future without a trace of gunpowder smoke.
And we, in this society, in this world, feel sin and smoke, feel true love and deception.