Our story begins with a rain in spring, heats up in the chirping of cicadas in summer, is confirmed in the scent of cinnamon in autumn, and finally falls in the snow in winter, becoming a lifelong promise.
The four seasons are very short, just enough to fall in love with one person; the four seasons are so long, so long that I can spend the rest of my life giving you the tenderness of each season.
Concept: Two-way love has nothing to do with gender. Companionship in the four seasons is the longest confession of love.
