The yellow sand is flying all over the sky, will our stories dry up at the end of the drowsiness? Dear Qiulan, maybe time will wash away the heat of the Sahara Desert? But how does the cold wind blow against the scorching sun there? We are weak, so we cling to each other for a long time, but we forget that we are always just dust blown by the wind. Where can we hide? Ling Xiao, if we start over, will fate still let our trajectories overlap in the Sahara Desert...
If possible, how about we, who were born in the south of the Yangtze River, feel the scorching sun and strong wind again?
Concept: Time and reality have erased the heat in memory