The rivers and lakes are ups and downs, where can I settle down? I have lost my heart, what do you do?
We feel like old friends when we see each other, but we are already lost when we see each other again.
One is dressed in white like snow, with orchid and agarwood; the other is dressed in black and dyed with ink, looking down at the world. Little do they know that the past generation has forgotten the past, but this generation is indeed guilty and deeply in love...