When the endless night in front of her turned into day, she finally saw the sunshine again, so soft and warm, gently shining on the white sacred mountain. The dazzling light peeled off the dust layer by layer of the past, and with a snap of a finger, it seemed as if I could see the endless grassland and the desert with thousands of yellow sands... The night rain in the south of the Yangtze River was singing in my ears, and the colorful silks in the Western Regions were flying in front of my eyes... It was the crisp sound of the silver bell on the wrist, the crazy rotation of the skirt, and the worry under the moon. The sad song... For a moment, it felt like a whole life had passed. She was like a newborn baby, groping for a way out in the vast sea of suffocating music and pictures... Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and the snow-white area was still in front of her. Behind her, someone was calling her name softly...
In troubled times, who is the only one?
When the aftermath of the disaster is over and everything returns to the beginning, do they still remember how each other was before?