The hem of her skirt was condensed with the blood of death, and his palms were engraved with traces of rebirth. The wind chime contract between the yin and yang worlds quietly opens: find the paper windmill deep in the swamp, and pierce the can ring into each other's hearts. Ten rituals to live towards death, thirty days of adventure where the heartbeat returns to zero. When the electronic ringtone penetrates the Huangquan Road, love is a bunch of bloody gardenias brought back to the world by the ghost.
Intention: Life and death are the scale of love, and the heart is the passport across yin and yang