Roses bloom in April and wither in September.
The love of roses is passionate and public, but in the face of countless obstacles, I repeatedly asked myself——
Will even you not want me?
Song Nianchao was his gardener and the one he kept deep in his heart.
Xie Yunchu was his rose, and the tenderness he tried his best to keep.
When an accident breaks the peace, when the wind and rain suddenly come,
They finally understood:
Roses will fade, but love will last forever
Intention: Warm and public love