A young master from a rich family (exclusive photographer) and a talented model have known each other for many years, and their photographer partner makes the model famous; internal and external conflicts are superimposed, the model leaves without saying goodbye, completely loses contact, and the news is blocked; they return after many years, get entangled, and reconcile briefly, but in the end they cannot be consummated.
The shutter is still throbbing for you, but the courage to embrace is half burning and half frozen. We don't know how to define this relationship. It's like being forced to separate for no reason at the beginning, and it's like the ending. It's entangled and pulled, but it still can't be consummated in the end.
Why is this? We want to make up for our mistakes, but we don't know the reason. It seems that we didn't do anything wrong, but why can't we move towards happiness?
Intention: When we were young, each other was each other's salvation and glory, but real pressure, external entanglements, and family problems are enough to destroy even the most profound bonds. Relationships are not only maintained by heartbeat and tacit understanding, but people who love each other may not necessarily reach perfection. But isn't it meaningful to have loved and lived side by side?