In the world, she had promised him to wait for half his life for the dying hero; he had promised her a prosperous and prosperous age for the beauty of the country; "No matter who you are, no matter what you are, I can recognize you, only I can recognize you." Even though the years have stained the prosperity, he still remembers the red dress on the day they first met. The third generation of the Holy Lord, the mysterious woman, the endless prosperous and troubled times, the flourishing feelings that cannot be repaid, how can we pay in vain after we have already owed everything. Even if you are smiling proudly, she still seems to be the woman in the dream, neither far nor near, standing with a smile. . .