Past life, present life,
A sad and hopeless world.
It's nostalgia, it's abandonment,
Staring at the darkness of this world,
Leaving a drop of cold tears,
Or holding a trace of reluctance.
All this can only be chosen by ourselves.
Or, you can't choose by yourself...
In five years, she transformed from a cocoon to a butterfly; in five years, he felt guilty and regretful. Five years, a short period of waiting, allowed him to meet her again. Same city, strange faces, different identities, will he and her miss each other again?
But she is still her, the one he loves deeply, the one who loves him deeply. No matter she was innocent and childish five years ago, or she is stable and reserved now, when she meets him, no matter how perfect the disguise is, it becomes useless. Can he and her return to the innocent love they had in the past?