Years of waiting, only for a look back at the past life; a hundred years of loneliness, only for the warmth of passing by; a thousand years of longing, only wishing to grow old hand in hand with you...
Is there a kind of love called lovesickness? Is there a kind of obsession called holding hands?
The separation of life and death cannot trap the fateful encounter;
The passing years cannot remove the deep roots of love.
Can the love that has been broken and reunited return to the blooming season of Sansheng? Can the gradually awakening consciousness recall all the obsessions of the past life?
Following the footsteps of the passing years, persisting in the destination of the soul——
I caught it this time and will never let it go again!
Yanyu