Thousands of families are buzzing with string instruments this night, and the lanterns are far away.
She was originally an immortal who stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten her slender hands. On that night when the garden was full of sycamores and the lanterns were hung high, a ghost bell quietly evoked the memories of the past life...
"We've never been together."
The years are still passing by, but there are no more beautiful girls putting lanterns in the river...
Intention: If time repeats itself, who will remember her...