The memories before the age of five have been wiped clean, including the heartbreaking murmurs in the dream, and the occasional sight of blood in front of my eyes...
The mystery of life experience, who is the owner of the voice in the dream, where does the deep spiritual power come from, and what is the bloody world? One by one, one by one, it is like a pair of invisible hands, constantly pushing the gears of destiny, and there is no turning back...
Meeting you is a fate or a blessing in this life. Who takes advantage of the breeze to go straight to the sky, who leans on the clouds to watch the ups and downs. I originally thought that hand in hand is far away, and a earth-shattering and huge change occurs. Who can understand it? A finger of quicksand can make the world graceful.