She walked from the mountains to Huanli, carrying the fire in her heart to a feast of fate.
He was chased by fate, suffered several desperate attempts, and hesitated several times, but in the end it had nothing to do with love.
They each had their own thoughts and danced to their heart's content in the carnival of life, loving, hating, destroying and hurting. Just because the wind blew at that time, the shadows moved at that time, and there was still pious worship of life at that time.
In this floating life, I exhausted everything and only caught a shadow of the moon.
The way is to have no regrets, not for what you get or what you give, just because it burned so fiercely. Whether it is smile or pain, it is the glory of life and the memory of life...