The phoenix calamity becomes an obsession. How many partings do you need to ignite the flame of the sycamore branch? Is it Nirvana or eternal love? Is there any remaining fleeting time that has turned into longing? Is it a fate, a nightmare, ashes from a robbery, or smoke from another person? From death to the hourglass of eternity, how much time has passed, who has accepted whose calamity, and who has become whose obsession.