In Kyoto in the early Showa era, the bells of ancient temples and the depression before the war intertwined into a transparent cage in the dry landscape garden. The premature death of spring cherry blossoms, blood-stained rosary beads, and burned scriptures weave a web of taboos between cousins Kazuhiko and Ayako that is more fragile than cicada wings. When the devout Buddha's headlamp illuminated the shadows of the folded sleeves, and when the sigh of dried camellia seeped out from the pages of "The Book of the Hojo", the young man stared at the blood chrysanthemum pattern on the hem of the girl's linen, and finally understood that in those waka poems that were wet with dew, there was hidden the indescribable sadness as thick as the thousand-year-old snow on Mount Hiei.
——Between the temple of faith and the garden of love, there is a barrier of art that can never be crossed. Zui Pai Qiong Thrush Drum Kang Mu Yu? ???? Bridge ankle brand palm male model? Su Jiao bitch maidservant crossing Lai bag wrestling Ao HuanΓ?
Intent: The tragic tragedy of free love under the constraints of religion