I don't know how many flowers have fallen in my dream, and memories are pouring out bit by bit.
It reminded her of herself waiting on the cliff thousands of years ago...
Looking at that myself, I felt extremely distressed.
But, is this life just a dream? True and false, false and true...
Until one day, he who she had been waiting for a thousand years appeared...
It turned out that she was really waiting for her; but...
At the cliff, she jumped with the broken sword in her hand, and her soul returned...
Death is also liberation. She has trapped herself for thousands of years, and she wants to die with the wind...
She did it, but why was her cheek so hot?