Looking back at the glitz and hustle and bustle, spend this hurried time. Lan'er didn't want to think about it anymore. Everything was like a dream, swept into the rolling dust by the wind. Maybe some time after thousands of years, what has been dusty for a long time will eventually be picked up by someone and become the eternity that cannot be abandoned...
After all the changes, she was still the child chasing her dreams. From a distance, a voice came: Children chasing dreams, don't cry...