Some love endings are a kind of care, some love endings are a kind of fighting, and some people's love can only hide in the sun. In Moleqiu, the sycamore leaves gradually turn yellow and wither on the earth. How many loves and loves are buried where the legendary Phoenix lives? Whose hand is holding the child under the robe, and whose eyes are kissing me? It was originally a matter of right and wrong, and there was no right or wrong. In the end, the moon was gone, the lamp was alone, and the dream was gone.