Their story begins in winter and ends in late spring. Sadness is a misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River that fell in my youth, delicate and long. They bury all the sadness and confusion related to youth in the deepest part of winter and let all the pain hibernate. At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, when love awakens, I finally have the courage to chase and wait for happiness. Look, the rainy season of seventeen years has finally passed, and the sun and flowers have begun to bloom...