Such a story, the farthest distance in the world, here they are two double lines, constantly intersecting and separated——
They are destined to meet and get to know each other.
Together they share the same mission.
They act out their own stories.
All the brilliant sparks that collided intertwined and transformed into a soul-stirring song "Drunken Flower Yin":
The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Conception: