Time passes, seas change. The departed leave no trace, but years leave marks. No matter how seasons turn, t…
Time passes, seas change.
The departed leave no trace, but years leave marks.
No matter how seasons turn, the banner-holder still stands there, shaking the white tassels in his hand. The banners in our hearts must have someone to pass them on.
For clues about stories behind Antiques, seek out Su the Banner-Holder.