Sometimes people are like the hands on a clock, circling back and forth in the circle of life, but they can never escape the shackles of fate.
Three women, three blooming flowers, bloom into the most gorgeous page of life.
A flower is as tranquil as a chrysanthemum, all the flowers have fallen away, and it is alone in the cold autumn.
A delicate and beautiful rose, caressing the sadness and adding brightness to the picture.
A flower is as tough as a wild field, filling the dark world with hope.
In Shanghai in 1923, fate and destiny extended into subtle emotions, exaggerated in the bustling glass night.
Ten years, time flies by, and love is like a file.