Two lovers are sealed in different dimensions and become electronic pulses in the network world, which can only be seen by starting the machine and recombining with each other's frequencies into a two-dimensional picture. Love is a science of human nature. Even if you are fascinated by each other, you can't avoid all kinds of helplessness to reality and silence to loss. Humans are good at assuming that if we can go back to the past and accumulate experience through mistakes, can we get happiness? In the end, even love became a conditioned reflex.

It's about a cross-latitude love that can't be crossed, but in essence it's more like a modern love that can't be told and completed.