Drinking at Sunset, Drunk at Sunrise

The Qing dynasty's days are numbered, but the pleasure-seeking Bannermen and the women of the Eight Great Hutongs still sing and dance through the twilight. How could people who spend every day in drunken stupors care whether the sun will rise tomorrow? Yet everyone carries a past of one kind or another and faces a future without hope. Can love amid this world of extravagant indulgence be as fragile as wealth in a time of chaos?

Core message: Love in troubled times often dies because of misunderstandings