The world is vast, and there are thousands of people we meet. In the "ancient times" that do not exist and exist in history, we can meet, know each other, and get to know each other, just like we are destined. Ying Muqiao recalled the past bit by bit. I was afraid that that day I would forget how to meet him, get to know him, and fall into the quagmire of his tenderness. But never to return. Over and over again, painful, heartbreaking... I miss you so much.
Intention: If you could live your life over again, how would you choose to love?