Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
This year is the tenth year since Yin Sheng left her. Jinsheng woke up from a dream again, but this time a pair of warm hands firmly held her hand...