A pair of young friends, a misunderstanding that may not exist, and the changes of several years. What's left between them? I don't want to describe the tragedy, and I don't want to use those complicated twists and turns to describe the frustration and grief. I just want to know, after the experience of time, the passing of years, and the baptism of life, what can be left for us and them? Can you still find your original, purest heart, and your original self? I want to use stories to find peace, find belonging, and find spiritual solace. Because reality is already very cruel. Even if we don't get the happiness that is not like a mirage, at least they get it, which is good.