As a child, I sat quietly on the swing of the reincarnation tree, waiting for the fate of my next life to arrive. At her feet is a clear spring, reflecting the blue sky of the underworld. Yellow leaves are floating on the water, like small boats, drifting aimlessly into the distance...
Who are you?
Take you back to ancient times...
Let's go to Shanglin to enjoy the flowers!
Who is he? The flowers are blooming!
Stay away from me!
Don't cry anymore...
The broken dreams of childhood were woven together again little by little. In childhood, what made your fate so miserable, so difficult just because of your stunning appearance? Is it just because of your glass-like transparent and fragile heart... That you come back to me...