"What are the traces of time? White hair? Empty city? Oblivion? Or the northwest wind."
"The traces of time..."
"The traces of time... Are looking for..."
Bai Zhi, who is unemployed and lovelorn, encounters those who clamor for joys and sorrows in her destiny because of time travel. . . =-=Okay, actually I don't know what to write in the copy.