A lifetime shrouded in dark clouds, a lifetime unable to break free from the prison of fate; seemingly dead and indifferent, but the heart is surging with a small glance; looking at the vows of life and death under the wall of the sky, the confessions filled with smoke on the battlefield, the endless waiting at the end of the world... The sea of suffering is boundless, who can build hope? Life hangs on a thread, who will bear the edge silently? A look, an order, and intertwined trajectories guided them to get to know each other, understand each other, conflict with each other, and love each other in the storm.
They are all so proud and aloof. Maybe if you miss it now, then it will never be possible...
If you ask God, will God answer?