False Name, Illusion, Ethereal Prelude

I don't know how many years later, Mo Xiao can happily say that everything in the past was like a dream... During those years when she was crazy about love, Mo Xiao could clearly remember every alley in the old street. All the romances in the past were now so unreal. In addition to the outline of the old street and the gradually blurred back figures, there was also the old tree that had survived for unknown number of years, and the big bell in the temple behind the mountain... Suddenly the flowers are gone, a thousand sorrowful rains fall, the building is empty and I am alone and crazy...