In the eyes of different people, she is different...
A pure witch or an evil princess, which one is the better choice?
From the countryside in the north to the small town in the south, the people and things around her changed again and again.
Who do you remember and who do you forget?
Who did you fall in love with and whom did you hate?
Each piece of the past is like handwriting of different lengths and thicknesses, overlapping into pieces and stains...
Then, back to the beginning, white, like paper,
After many years, I realized that everything was just a dream-like illusion...