Mingyi, still bright on that night of Mid-Autumn Festival...
In the dream: Who is it?
Who is that woman in white?
Why do you always stand under that peach blossom tree?
Why are her eyes filled with loneliness and loneliness?
Reality: Who am I?
Why can't I remember who I am?
A person said to me: It's time for you to go back...
"I don't want... I don't want to leave... I don't want to get up..."
"Who am I?"
"Why do you want to come back? Why?"
"This time, either you die or I die..."
"You owe me this battle on the top of the Forbidden City... Even if I die... You owe me!"
"No!"
Why is the body falling...
Why are you still sad for me? You are not...
So vague. Who is it?
Go back? Where do I belong?