I accidentally traveled through time and forgot my name and everything I knew.
When I came to a strange place, I didn't even know that I didn't belong to this world.
As I understood this place step by step, I recalled my original world bit by bit, but at this time I could no longer easily let go of everything that had happened here.
Could it be that I fell in love with him?
Or, did he take advantage of me?
When the fog gradually dissipated, I finally understood my heart.
The flowers are still flowers in the fog, and it is impossible to tell whether they are true or false.
Who wears the white tulle in the fog, can't see clearly the scars of longing.
When you wipe away the tears and dust for me, my face will still be like a flower...