Love takes root in suspicion, and sincerity decays in silence. We look at each other through layers of misunderstandings, thinking that we have missed the opportunity, but in the end we understand that from the initial misplacement to the final stranger, all encounters are just misunderstandings that are destined to fail. Those unspoken concerns and unexplained estrangements eventually become mountains and seas between each other. Before the word love is said, the drama is over, and only life is left, guarding an unsolved regret in the embers of memories.
Intention: misunderstanding
