Turn your back to the sun and hold your thoughts in your hands.
Memories are like scattered light, scattered silently on the ground through the heavy leaves, mottled and helpless.
For those who remember it, as the sunlight goes by, the sparse light will eventually fall on their faces. The faces that used to be there have lost their original appearance and transformed into strange and bizarre scenes.
Many years later, Ji Nuan was in Lhasa. She had heard that it was a holy land. She thought that perhaps only there could the emotions that had never been understood be sublimated.
There is a legend in the Potala Palace in Lhasa that when you are walking crying, never look back, because when you look back, you will see the truth.
No matter what the truth is, Ji Nuan doesn't want to look back. Because there once was a girl named Su Mu who appeared in her fleeting years. Although she accompanied her through the chaotic and desolate years, she could not stay together in the end.