Are those oaths that have been sleeping for thousands of years and the nightmares that have been wandering for thousands of years just waiting for that magnificent light to wake them up? Have we all forgotten the promise we made hand in hand when the world was in chaos? The ancient spirit, the distant curse, the eternity that has been covered in dust for years. In the pure white Crescent Moon Spring, the beautiful face is transformed into the wind and smoke. Have you forgotten the tears of pain in the thousand years of loneliness? He and she and him are a knot that is destined to be twisted on the annual rings and cannot be untied. Unfortunately, time flies by, years are like a shuttle, and reincarnation is like a torrent. Thousands of years ago, holding his hand, he looked at the clouds and the clouds with a smile. His eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her eyes were like bright sparks. A chaos, a turmoil. The beauty's lips are as fragrant as white plums. Where are they scattered? The world is nothing but a massive disillusionment. A beautiful and confused face. I am willing to throw away all the glitz, hustle and bustle just to see her smile. It shines like flying flowers in the May breeze.