Reflection on the left hand, years on the right hand. It's not just time that's receding so fast. The howling fresh wind blew up the cherry blossom rain all over the sky. A few words were scattered, and a few shadows fell. The unforgettable memory was faded, and a pool of sparkling still water suddenly started to ripple. The long-lost storm that I was once obsessed with has returned. While taking a big breath, will it bring new passionate hope or completely destroy the existing life?
A fulfilling and orderly life, the busyness between people, the common days, the dull and stable but also feeling that something is missing, the intimacy and betrayal between girlfriends, the self-confidence and vanity of men. Provocation and unity, this world has always been like this, life will always go on, these are happening, and they are becoming the past at the same time.