Going round and round, stumbling, passing through time, what has not changed is that exquisite heart.
Time goes by, prosperity disappears, and the only thing waiting is still the true love.
The dust has not yet settled, and the fragrance will last forever. Suddenly, when I look back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place.
It turns out that I traveled through time and space just to compose a thousand-year love song with you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
