Thousands of layers of dead leaves nestle in the wild grass, and the remaining clouds and the setting sun float back to the birds. Beauty is easy to fade away, beauty is easy to grow old, and the word love lingers in the heart. Autumn colors are old and red flowers are few. Only Piao Ping is unsettled and wanders around the world without intending to return. The past encounters, knowing each other, cherishing each other, accompanying each other, and being together are the fate cultivated in the previous life. Even if we can't live together until the end of this life, we still have beautiful memories. I don't regret meeting you, I don't regret looking back thousands of times in my past life.
Concept: The most beautiful thing is when people meet each other, but in the end it is a tragedy.