One evening in the middle of the fourteenth century, in a manor somewhere in Western Europe that was about to be mortgaged, a man with graying sideburns stared at the only sycamore tree in front of him.
You can easily read the boundless longing pouring out of his eyes.
This man has an experience that is different from ordinary people.
He muttered silently: Actually, I just want to see you again.
He has been dead for many years, and has been annihilated in the human world for many years, but he is still waited for and missed year after year.
Intention: The system of vassalage and vassalage, the decline of manors, and the tendency of people to follow the trend of others.