An ancient song seems to tell a sad love.
Is it a past life? Or a dream?
Only a mottled back remains in the trivial memory;
I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and saw a pair of familiar eyes in my nightmare;
After thousands of years of soul travel, can we find the blank space in our memory?
In this vast and troubled world, who is holding my hand?
Three people are entangled in the trajectory of fate. How should I face this unbearable love?
The source of my heart palpitations turned out to be just the tear he left in my heart...