The peach is young, its leaves are pure.
She is Chunhua and Qiushi. Born in June, withered in September. Such a vivid summer, such a bright life. She has her stubbornness and clear distinction; she has her perseverance and unswerving determination; she has her willfulness and lies about life and death.
As for me, under the scorching flowers, I can see endless green onions. One crop after another, always withering and always prospering, but never falling.
Her world is an iron wall that no one else can enter. Is it thousands of beautiful scenery? Or are the walls covered with scars?
My life is like the exquisite display windows that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Everything is seen clearly and without any doubt.
You once said that I cannot possess her brilliance.
But he said, she couldn't ask for my worry-free life.
They live opposite lives and have diametrically opposite personalities, but they fall into a turbulent situation together.
It begins with her and ends with her.
At the end of the game, what do we get? What has been lost?
This is not a fairy tale.