There are dreams in floating life, but there is no trace when you wake up from the dream.
The fishy wind suddenly rises, and the bloody rain begins.
Meeting each other in this life is an unfinished dream from the past life.
If everything is a conspiracy, there will be no regrets if the relationship is over.
The love, hatred and hatred deep in the heart will eventually turn into dust and dissipate with the wind.
A hundred years later, who can still remember this dream of rivers and lakes, who can still remember the short-term tenderness amidst the turmoil.
Gathering and separation, ups and downs, half awake, half dreaming and half alive, the word "fate" has become a happy and carefree love.