When a story ends, no matter how hot it once burned in your own time and space, it will eventually fade and disappear in the memories of the past. Whether it is Milo who cannot forget the past, Qin Nan who does not want to recall the past, or Mo Xiwen who cannot recall the past, for them, the only trust they can have and the only thing they can cherish each other is the black and white piano keys.
Red roses falling into the pond, chocolate seeping into the ears.
That lamp, that door, that face is hazy...