All you want is beautiful clothes and a beautiful rose blooming in the corner, even if the thorns hurt your fingers. But he never thought about where that extremely gorgeous robe came from. Is it a token of love given to you by a young man from ancient times?
Everything is fine, the dreamland is sweet, and the eyes are slightly restful. The ancient hurricane has now become light and soft. There's just something so humble that makes you unable to look up. There is a pair of vaguely cruel hands, tightly holding your throat, preventing you from making sounds in response to happiness. You struggle hard, you cry, and you can't see his face clearly.
Is that love? Is he your forgotten lover in ancient times? Now the wind brings information about him. You open your eyes helplessly, why can't you remember anything about him? He has always been standing behind you, looking at your beautiful figure and your transparent hair flying into the shape of a flower.
God said that if you cannot retrieve your lost memories, you will never be able to look back.
So you have been wearing the gorgeous robe he gave you, walking forward in a desperate posture. In fact, you have already met, but you forgot.