Thirteen years ago, we met and were destined to fall in love beyond reproach. However, you stubbornly left me. Why?
Why do I always feel that the cherry blossom petals arrive mixed with a touch of snow? I know clearly that the meeting between you and me is destined, the separation is destined, the reunion is destined, but falling in love is not destined. Even if the angel's wings turn into amulets, you still turn to the right. The wind was sad for me, and the snow was silent for me. From then on, I already knew that the magic of love began to work...