Memories are always so weak, like a dying old man, moaning feebly, but unable to exchange for the energy to stand up again. I came back from the past of beating a horse, but it is also scarred. So beautiful, it turned into a moment. My love is far away from me, and it's just like this world is so big, I can't bear to grow old like this...
Four women, four lives, with intersections, betrayals, growth, and loss...