When a dream becomes too real, those who follow its footsteps will choose to get lost, sink, or will they come to reality? What do you get in exchange for the constant pursuit? The laughter of the past has turned into memories, and the clouds of the past have slowly passed away. Who will miss the ordinary things, and who will believe in the glorious miracles. Listen, it is the sigh of the wind, look, it is the wings of snow, what is eternity? What is hope? What is the unchanging past? What is engraved in the heart is the scar that will not fade, the proof of love...