In the dream, there are no words to recall the lonely soul, and the green glass bamboo lanterns are lit at all times.
I looked back at the Prime Minister with tears in his eyes, and my sigh came to my mind without dust.
Seven people!
Seven episodes of the past hidden deep in my heart!
Seven joyful and distressing stories!
Thousands of years of memories~just a dream~
So what about the past?
On the Naihe Bridge, drinking a cup of Meng Po's soup means heartbreak and desolation in the road ahead!