The world is like a dream, the world changes in an instant, and hundreds of years pass by. When the hair is faded and the beauty is gone, will this love still be the same? Cute or hateful, after all, they are just like smoke and clouds. The yellow sky and thick soil are still our final destination, even if they are golden coffins, jade cauldrons, and holy tombs in pagodas. We don't want any of these. Those who have passed by before, those who once made me happy and joyful, those who once deeply touched my heart and made me never forget them until I die, are the ones I want to protect and cherish the most...