That year, accompanied by the clear breeze and bright moon, she met him.
She promised in front of the Buddha that she would hold her son's hand and grow old with him.
He hugged her shoulders, determined to be her in this life.
But, how can the first love survive time?
From now on, you want your freedom, and I want my way forward.
Life is not about meeting each other, but it is like participating in business.