The love, hate, anger and infatuation in the past life are just a dream in this life, and they are not the same feelings in my heart. When the trajectory of the destiny compass returns to its original point, the thrilling encounters again and again, the persistence of moths flying into the flame, the love that would rather hate than let go, and the love that humblely escapes have become like dust. Is the starry sky you look up to still the same?