A tear slipped from the corner of the prostitute's eye.
A man's black clothes were splattered with blood.
The rouge was spilled, pink dust filled the air, and there was still lingering fragrance on the killer's sword.
A dependent father and son.
A dusty sword.
A dream in a back alley.
Heavy rain fell, washing away all the filth and sin.
The lights flicker,
Jingying Guhong,
Looking back,
Only sneaking shadows are caught.
Who is holding on?
Who's lingering?
Who falls into the abyss?
Who can see the long road ahead?
Who goes to this boundless night?
Spring has arrived, but the winter snow has not yet disappeared.
Concept: A story about redemption