The wind is blowing, the rain is thin, and the spring sorrow is adding to the drizzle. The falling dust disturbs the mind, and the love threads are as tangled as hemp.
A chance encounter brings love into one's heart, and a fate is calculated to suit one's destiny. The fairy guest Wen Lan and "him" are destined, or is it a conspiracy...
Intention: I don't know the origin of love, but I am deeply devoted to it