The years that have passed cannot be recovered, the future cannot be expected, and the present cannot be lost. Time is not a thing because we love it and cherish it for a little while. White silk and beauty are so close to each other. Looking back on the road we have traveled, have you ever remembered the phrase "A gentleman can leave his name behind?" It seemed like an unintentional encounter, but in fact it was a conspiracy in the abyss. But maybe it was because he had been acting for so long that he thought it was real, that the person in front of him really was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But in the end... This is a play after all, even if it is just a play, why do you want to continue to play it? Until the end of time? Do you remember that little pavilion under the moon? Do you remember the blossoming pear blossoms beside the pavilion? Who are you? Why did you wait until I opened my eyes? Have you forgotten everything? When I know who you are, we have to say goodbye again? Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young. How much do you want to go back to the pavilion under the moon on the day we met and finish what you haven't said yet? But... The most amazing encounter is always followed by the saddest parting. Those years, suddenly like a dream and like running water, once they are gone, I will say goodbye without crying or complaining about my final sorrow. And I hope that this game within the game, the play within the play, will end up as a mountain outside the mountain, a person outside the person.
Concept: ancient romance