When human time and space are suspended, ancient times reappear, illusion and reality are woven together, and the cracks in truth release one person from the prison. At this moment, there is a glimmer of hope for the reappearance of human civilization.
Hope for reunion, hope for faith, the horn of the battlefield beats everyone's eardrums, the hourglass of time passes slowly, and the young man's struggle is carved brilliantly by fate.
The glorious years brought the belated emotions with them, and the heavy sleepiness pressed the fast forward button and blinked for a thousand years.
The burden has been lifted, and no wind blows to those in the courtyard. An umbrella quietly returns to the stream, listening to the autumn rain on your behalf.
Intention: The wind blows over the people in the courtyard, leaving the rain trail to miss lovesickness