The girl who committed suicide for one love was reborn.
But I have no body, no home, and my memory is broken.
Love orientation is difficult to distinguish.
Faced with the weak and lovely Sayuri who spends time with her day and night,
Familiar but forgotten in the river of memory, the mysterious dark messenger,
A beautiful androgynous boy who is a monk and a ghost.
Is it to let go, or is it hard to let go?
Regardless of whether the decision is right or wrong, it is a tearing and arguing of the heart.
I hope some people laugh and some cry,
Everything is just tossing and turning.
The joys and sorrows, the honor, are just a cloud in the sky.