In 1931, I was twelve years old at the Shanghai dock and was adopted by a Japanese couple. Later, in 1937, I returned to that place again and saw countless people and things, as well as Mr. Ryosuke Miyamoto.
I was caught in a dilemma. History has always made me unforgettable. When I was pulled onto the ship by my father, gunfire was flying and thick smoke was rising, covering the shadow of this troubled world...
Intent: To commemorate the cruel epic in the name of love, and to confront the painful cost of oppression