History is covered in dust. We look at the world with our eyes, but what we find is not true. He lived in a legend a long, long time ago, but she existed in this world a long, long time ago. Maybe the gears of fate never stop matching for anyone, so he and she are destined to meet. Who breaks off a thorn, and wears new clothes. Who has been waiting for a piece of nonsense, who has been looking for half a life?