The night is alluring, leaning on the bank and waiting for her, when will she come? The dream is thin, the heart is silent, and I am speechless to the empty table, but it is a pity that the moon is bright and the wind is miserable. Once you wake up from the dream, all the remaining leaves are gone. Can the faint feelings survive the ups and downs? After meeting at opposite ends, can we wait together until we grow old together? Flowers bloom and fall, but they cannot withstand the twists and turns of fate...