That time of miscarriage has been a thousand years of time gone by. He is a wind flower that has fallen to the ground, a clear and desolate one. She is a drop of transparent heart and drifting sand. After being separated for thousands of years, can they hold each other's hands again and share a charming smile... Let's listen to a story of a thousand years of infatuated love. Who is not a drinker of life, who is not drunk in this great spring and autumn dream. I will accompany you with drunken laughter for 30,000 times, without complaining about separation.