Walking in the depths of the world, meeting and parting again and again, it seems that there is no fate, but there is a trace of love and concern. Fate flicks its sleeves, and it is an earth-shaking love. The beauty is washed away, the hair is white and the beauty is beautiful. Who can truly be calm in the depths of the world? Some people lingered in the long alley for her, some bid farewell to her with a bright cherry blossom, and some admired her forever. When the black hair was floating in the world of mortals, I looked back at him with a smile, but he was already far away. She has long seen through the colorful world of mortals, but there is her figure in the sky that cannot be erased. Her every frown, every smile, every look back...