A dream that lasts for a thousand years remains unchanged. But this love is already riddled with holes. How much time has passed since the hourglass of eternal life has passed, gazing at the face of the next life by the Santu River. Planting the mantra makes the memories of the past life sink deeply. Who accepted the calamity of someone and who became someone's obsession. Life is boundless, but love is indefinite. I would rather fight to the core, just for persistence, when will I stop?