The young man in white is naturally handsome and charming. But that person that night, that dark-colored shirt and skirt, full of autumn water, looking forward to the glory, was a man. After some teasing and irritation, they ended up unhappy. Half dreaming, half awake, half drunk, like a dream, like a fog without thinking. When we first met when we were young, one person was ignorant but didn't know it, and the other person fell in love but was unforgettable. And what kind of story will it be when we meet five years later?