If we hadn't come here, if we hadn't met you, if we hadn't fallen in love with you, wouldn't we be in such pain?
Bailan, you love the color white the most, but you don't know that a single white is beauty and purity, but too much worship becomes an illusion. If one day, you disappear, you will be buried in this illusory white, just like a dream, forgotten by others.
And my name is Yingmeng, Yingmeng sounds like a dream, and my life and strength are as illusory as a dream.
When dreams collide with each other, where will you and I go?