There is always a person who we cannot mottle with time. When we look back, we feel warm. The longer time goes by, the more clearly we can see: What kind of existence does that have for us...
Everyone's life is like a movie, and they are the protagonists in that movie. Sometimes they think that they are also in other people's movies... Time is changing, emotions are coming and going, and we have gradually become accustomed to looking at the rising and falling clouds indifferently, and watching the flowers bloom and fade.
This is a touching story about loving and being loved. What is the ending of love? When two people are together, can their relationship transcend the world and transcend classes? Can they really stay together forever...