The past was gentle and extraordinary, light and blurry.
Today the red silk is fluttering, and the journey is thousands of miles away.
She is dressed in white and gauze, and has a fairy-like appearance. But he is willing to destroy himself and destroy his emotions and hatred.
How does she, who is humble and drooping, bloom her beauty, her red dress fluttering, how does she watch her swallow the bitter wine?
Hiding thousands of hatreds, the confusion of reincarnation, and the sorrow that can never be found, who is her hometown?