This is the story of a person who doesn't exist. Do the "I" who look at the boy and girl in the pavilion, and the "I" who was the boy and girl in the past, exist? The encounter between the aging body and the young soul, the encounter between calmness and passion, tenderness is between the lines, complementing the thoughts of "I"... In the end, the non-existent person has his own dream of becoming a flower river, and has his own earthly and watery legacy in his memory. It is a story that no one has ever compared or owned.
Intention: "Existence"