The grass soaked in blood, the hoarse cries, the endless darkness, and the figure that can never be seen clearly are his nightmare and his obsession...
The sunny mountain forest, the precious and exquisite ancient sheng, the humid cave, and the boy she met by chance. Those were her happiest days and her best memories...
Why does fate always play tricks on those who love each other? The courtyard is deep and the sycamores are rustling, and soon it becomes a vast place again. In the wind and snow, the music is still floating, but where can I go?