If the separation between him and me is inevitable, I won't force it. But why did he and she give up their relationship of twenty years? Who is betraying and who is compromising. When the love of my father's generation intersperses with my love, how should I choose? What is true love, what is falsehood, when should we let go, when should we give up. When I looked at everything indifferently, the facts gave me a horrifying answer: entanglement was just a meaningless struggle, but who deserved to suffer all this? How to find the happiness we once had, the happiness hidden in the storm...