The sky-wide blazing fire enveloped the tung blossoms and burned away the ups and downs of the past. Who still remembers the towering ancient tung tree beside the theater in the spring of the Liyuan; who can recall the "Twilight Flowers" that was once circulated on the theater; who can see, in the fierce flames, the woman with plain makeup and clear clothes, and the young man with flowers and a smile... Everything is burned and annihilated with this fire...