Traveling in the midst of a prosperous dream, the dream is broken and colorful - inscription
In the deep prosperity, the messy memory fragments have faded away. In the flowered shirts, the shadows fall into the pool. The romantic events and the familiar words surround the ears, sinking into the river bed of history with the endless river water. Is the end of prosperity a beacon of happiness guiding progress on a long voyage, or a sinking ship...
Two different destinies carry the same tragic life. A conspiracy spreads quietly in the name of love. Is it the continuation of friendship or the end of life?
Can love be reborn after twelve years of separation under the oppression of real society? Can a different life bloom like a sunflower in the depths of prosperity?