Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I have a story, you have wine, let's talk about those old memories that are about to be submerged by time... Those people, those things, those romances that are not romantic, those joys and sorrows soaked in blood and tears...