This is a love that is bound by the world and has no protagonist script...
The man sat on the roof and looked up at the sky. The sunlight made him squint.
Master? Dutiful son? Husband? A good minister? Any identity is so involuntary, they are shackles and restraints, binding his wings, covering his ears, blindfolding his eyes, and strangling his throat.
He can't escape, he can't hear, he can't see clearly and he can't understand...
He hugged him and said, "Changming, I'll take you away, okay?"
Concept: A love story between two ancient men.