"Love", "family affection", "family", "enemies", how happy it would be to have someone who loves you deeply in the ordinary world, but will you still love when that person is your enemy? The hazy rainy night was the first encounter and the first heartbeat. The road was bumpy, but I worked hard and fantasized about the future, but little did I know that the future would be such a "tribulation".
"The sound of water gradually reaches my ears on a rainy night", "the sound of wind outside the window enters my heart", and beside the stove, the flute plays.
