Once I wake up from the dream, I am alone on an island, and the past will no longer exist.
Falling joy trees, fluttering bells, osprey bracelets, waiting for the Qingming Festival
Leaving the deserted island, entering the mortal world, meeting old friends, learning about life experience, whether to go or to stay.
As soon as I turned around, the joys and flowers bloomed, and I recalled the joys and sorrows, but that person was still there
From now on this year, we won't be separated anymore