Ten years of life and death. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the intestines will break every year,
On a bright moonlit night, short pine trees...
The dream that comes at night is just a dream... The gathering of two people, their fates are intertwined. Is it a dream or real? It's a dream and it's true...