If life were just like meeting him for the first time, the girl with black hair and starry eyes passed him by with the starlight in the sky. The two of them looked at each other inadvertently, amazing the time, and also flipped the switch of fate. Some said it was destiny, some said it was fate. He only knew that she had already lived in his soul. Tears of three generations, flowers of two worlds, a pot of hot wine to accompany the end of the world. After many grievances and sorrows, youth cannot be retained, and the mortal world is desolate. Who can cut off the past? The breeze blows the water of time, after all...