The question fell into the forest, looking for pear blossoms, only a line of moss. The sky is outside the mountains, the rain and dew are blooming, and my temples are gray. He was the only heartbeat in her youth, and she was a passing guest in his youth; he worked step by step to fulfill a youth dream for her; she followed step by step, and step by step walked into the dream he weaved for her. In this battle of love, is he sincerely giving or has other motives? Is she still confused for love or too sober? When all the truth is revealed one by one, where should he and she go?