Every love is a delicate rose,
From waiting for the opening to being picked by the destined person,
Blooming fragrance and beauty all the way.
Some people gain it, some people lose it
Someone was hurt by the rose,
Some people are drunk by roses.
I only wish to take one sincerely
Stay with me until we grow old.
Yuanwei, the rose in the distance that is determined to be open, independent and self-sustaining.
She has loved, been hurt, and a surprise has made her stand at the crossroads of love again. How to choose, whether to go left or right, or forward or backward, the stage of life has given her too much wandering.