A woman traverses a harsh, snow-covered desert in heavy boots, pulling a suitcase. On her journey, she meets a man who woos her and promises to love her forever. Right after she trusts him, she is left heartbroken by his sudden absence. She continues her journey. Next, she meets a soldier, who tells her to wipe off her tears and then teaches to use the sword to kill off anything that looks likes love. She is filled with anger now and continues on her journey. She meets a monk, who reminds her of what a soft delicate flower-like she was before ‘life’ happened to her. Will she use the sword to fight off? For the monk looks a lot like love.
