I asked the little bird, do you know me? I asked Xiaohua, do you know where my home is? I just want to know where is my home,
I just want to know, am I supposed to exist, right? I just want someone to tell me that a thousand years later, I will not just be that lonely ancient tomb, sleeping alone. Ebony, Kanzhen, don't give up on me, I will be very sad. Wisteria flowers are born for love and die without love.
What I want to tell is a story about existence. A woman walks relying on the truest voice in her heart. She may be stupid or simple, but she takes life more seriously than anyone else. It feels wonderful to see many, many stories about past and present lives. Some people just want to believe that your right one will one day come to marry you riding on colorful auspicious clouds. In addition to steel bridges and cement, the world needs fairy tales.