Glass Smoke

Chun Ruxi, Jingse, and Ye Naicha, three exquisite and innocent little girls, pursue the Shangri-La in their hearts amidst the fireworks of the world. On the long road, the ground is covered with fallen flowers and the grass is scattered. Shangri-La, maybe with "glass smoke". The smoke will eventually dissipate, ashes, disillusionment and no trace to be found. Glass is also easily broken, and the reunion of a broken mirror is just a blessing story on paper. They couldn't stay away, couldn't escape, and their gazes gradually weakened as they looked into the distance. They had no idea whether the road ahead led to a temple or a dead city. The only thing I believe is that this scenery in the misty water and moon will be resurrected at sunset many years later, just as fresh and perfect as it is today.