Storyline

In the month of December, the winter season, a frigid wind flows past people’s cheeks, and causes bystanders to all grasp their collars a little bit more. The eastern district of Taipei was about to welcome the advent of Christmas, and warm liveliness filled the air. A young man ignored the cold and warmth and padded into a coffeeshop alone. The fleeting transience of youth bore upon it dreams of limited duration. Dancing fingertips mused upon words, advancing dreams another step closer towards reality. The insurmountable wall of reality caused him to return to the starting point again and again. The young man gradually lost his way in the endless back and forth shuffle... Yet, at this moment, a voice softly called out his name. When he turned his head, he discovered that she… was there. The scales of dreams and fetters, which side will the balance tilt towards? No matter what, I won’t be letting go this time -