Born out of lovesickness and destroyed by forgetting each other, I wish I could have cried in pairs under the lamp and in the mirror when I was young, but it would be hard to stay together anymore. When we first met, the glass flower cup told us of lovesickness; when we met again, we passed the years with laughter and mischievousness; when we said goodbye, our true love could not continue. She is a fairy in a glass flower cup, born out of human lovesickness, but she has an inhumane past. He is an infatuated lover under the candlelight of a red building, deeply hurt, but as he is with her day by day, his thoughts gradually change. Unresolved joy, no reason to worry, a sadomasochism intertwined between immortals and mortals