That year, Wu Don't forget-Non's longing spread throughout the city and blew into everyone's heart.
That year, the country was red with blood, the peach blossoms were blooming, and the prosperity was gone for a lifetime.
If there is the water of the Forgotten River, I would like to drink it all and let the enchanting flowers on the other side cut off the dreams of the past and present lives.
That unbearable past may be just a past life of mine.
I ask you: if, maybe, we could start all over again.
Everything is just a possibility after all.