"The spring breeze blows through the deep lanes again, and the pear blossoms are in full bloom on the old branches in March.
That year, the greenery was young, but just a glance at the shade of the trees made my heart stir, like ripples on the surface of a lake.
Pear blossoms fall all over the courtyard, sweeping away the entire spring and the unspoken love.
There are people trapped in this pear blossom alley, year after year, waiting for the pear blossoms to bloom again.
When all the flowers have fallen and the branches are covered with frost and snow, after all, the sweetheart of the past is still gone. "
Concept: The pear blossoms have fallen and spring comes again. The belated tenderness and perseverance continue the unfinished love.