Sometimes memories are really like playing a movie in reverse, gradually going back to the day we met, which also represents the end of the story, with a beginning and an end. Time goes back in my heart, but time will not go back. The memory will be played back. The end of the playback means that the fate has come to an end. The touch of every minute and second when people meet is the meaning of our encounter. If you knew the ending of the story, would you still have the courage to go through it again?
Concept: Love of texture