The rain in the mountains blocked the way out, and I spent a long night with the mysterious girl holding an umbrella.
"God's pendant", "golden bird", "cinnabar", "witch", "hero".
Five days, five stories, five paradoxical loves.
The moment the god in the white dress got her golden wolf, the flowers in her heart gradually bloomed;
The blond girl from the Western Regions who the emperor once owned turned into a sparrow in the fire and flew to the farthest sea and sky;
The girl who stayed with you for many days and nights and pulled you up from death is no longer the same after all;
Men will always run to far distances, and the man who once held the hem of his clothes and followed behind him for the rest of his life will finally let go of his hands;
The actors dancing on the stage and the heroes who promised good things cannot withstand the wear and tear of time and the drowning of worldly things.
All people will become old friends, and all things will eventually turn into stories, but I will always love you until the end of the years.