Ten years ago, under the tree in their former residence, someone crossed their fingers and made a promise to grow up.
Ten years later, in each other's hearts, who stubbornly walked away and lost the treasure of their youth.
Honey, I'm standing right in front of you.
Once smiled tenderly, once cried in despair. I used to stand right in front of you, at a distance where you could reach out and hug me.
It's a pity that we can't go back.
How much can be changed in ten years? Will even the original heart change? Who else remembers the oath made ten years ago? Ten years of searching for help, ten years of waiting for help, ten years of waiting, things have changed and people have changed.
The master is no longer here, should the tears and sorrow that he kept should be returned?
If even love no longer exists, what else can I cherish?