Troubled times are like knives, love is like paper. It is said that the story of the Republic of China is nine out of ten tragic, but I want to give them a sense of perfection in this broken mountains and rivers.
One is a dandy young man who comes from Yan Street and Willow Lane, and he is born with no sense of sorrow; the other is a grease-stained repairman, with a strong body hidden in his rags. It was supposed to be a difference between cloud and mud, but in the most miserable years, we stumbled into each other.
He waited for him until the sycamore trees were green at the entrance of the alley until the leaves had fallen; he protected him from quietly repairing the gramophone through the back door to blocking stray bullets that hit him. After several years of fighting and a bit of sincerity, they managed to get through this troubled world and get back together.
