Time passes, love is like a rose, it blooms and wilts, is reborn and withers. Across the dust, pursue the stories of the past. It turns out that he loved you so much, and you will risk everything for him. Although the past has long since turned into the wind, when it blows in front of me, there is a distinct sound of jingling bells on the corners of the eaves. The love and hate in this world will eventually pass.
What's left after legendary love? Their daughter tries to piece together the story.