A sniper is a soul figure on the battlefield. Her bullets are cold and powerful, breaking through everything and bringing up the smoke of gunfire. His bullets are restrained and arrogant, cutting through the night to welcome the dawn. When he who is calm and self-possessed meets her who is full of aura, the fusion point of black and white, the spark of faith and love, when everything returns to the original point, will you pick up the gun again, just to meet me at the end of time?