The sick Xia Wenxi and the gloomy and lonely Qiu Jinyao met in the hospital. One longs to see the real sea, and the other is looking for the remaining fire among the ashes. When death was approaching step by step, they used paper boats, shells and unfinished agreements to write the most gentle resistance in the ward filled with disinfectant water.
Intention: Even if life is short like cherry blossoms, it can still be as deep as the deep sea and as hot as the remaining fire.