How long can love last, and how deep can hate. It's nothing more than a dream of falling flowers and a pond of broken apples. The most stupid thing is, when you and I are lost in that distant country, when the deep love turns to deep pain, can you still maintain the leisurely feeling of walking to the waterless place and sitting and watching the clouds rise?
In the world of mortals, they were just passers-by in her life, going around and around, joys and sorrows, but they could not escape one "fate" after all. When her years were overturned, the love that once made her cry was nothing more than a dream when she looked back.
Who makes all kinds of calculations when the friendship lasts, and who cares about each other when they meet each other by chance. Who is the stone bridge that has been waiting for five hundred years, just waiting for you to pass by? Who is the sycamore tree you should perch in? True or false, after going through countless conspiracies and tricks, do you still dare to give your sincerity easily? After being scarred, will you still fall in love with him without any scruples?