Under the tricks of fate, love is like a broken dream. The deep love once turned into wisps of smoke in the memory, and the hot old love is now only cold ashes.
They struggled in the torrent of life, and were bruised and bruised by misunderstandings, suspicions and the pressure of reality. When love has passed away, what is left is endless regret and pain. However, in the depths of the soul, that past attachment still lingers like a ghost, trying to find a trace of love.
Can they piece together their broken dreams again in this barren emotional ruins? Or are you finally lost in the fog of old love in this vast sea of people, and can no longer find each other's warmth?
