Who is singing whose song, who is dreaming whose dream, whose arms have warmed whose clothes, whose tears have confused whose face; you are the ray of rain that I have been waiting for for thousands of years, and you are the ray of sunshine that I have remembered for thousands of years. For thousands of years, just for you, the handsome face in the dream is like cherishment; waiting is like a memory, forgetting this life in the water. In the end, whether the people who love each other can find a way out...