Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
——This is a story about commitment.
One is the prince of a subjugated country, and the other is the prince of an enemy country.
If we don't meet, he will rule the world.
From the first glance he saw, he knew he could no longer escape him.
But, how much of those deep-rooted words of love are true or false?
Every spring, we meet under the peach blossom tree to drink a glass of sake together. It is during this bone-gnawing wait that he hates him.
In the end, who loved whom and who destroyed whom?
It's just a matter of missing each other every day...
Intention: