In the best time of life, I met the most beautiful people in my life. I thought the encounter was fate, so I wanted to cherish it desperately. I walked the path he walked, saw the scenery he saw, and chased an unrealistic future. After all, things are still different.
A love that ends before it even begins. If there are twists and turns, should we hold on to it?
The long wait, the flowers blooming and falling, will the wasted obsession slowly be disintegrated by the warmth of another person?