For a woman whose youth is about to pass away, love is a luxury. She is no longer an innocent little girl who can risk her own life for love, and he is no longer a mature and steady man who can freely handle his feelings. But the paranoid nature of the world brought them together and allowed him to pass by her. He said that life should be carpe diem, but she said "I can't afford it." Where is the destination of the journey at the end?
Love is like a ferry crossing the sea. There is happiness on the other side of the sea. At first you take your time and you are picky. But you will always miss it once or twice, and then you will have to wait hard, become restless, then regret it, feel helpless, and then the grapes that you cannot eat will be very sweet, and in the end you will just leave everything to chance. Gradually, I became sick while waiting. However, even if it is a serious illness, I cannot rush to seek medical treatment. I'm lucky to be able to cross that sea. But, I'll wait.