That year, he said to her, Momo, wait for me.
These four simple words made her wait for seven years.
Seven years later, he came back, but it was not her hand he held.
Youthful love, pure and true. The former "□" is now nowhere to be found.
Who is who.
Under whose mask, whose pen and paper is hidden?
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The dust is passing away.
Who sheds tears for beauty.
Who is drunk for beauties?