Clover, clover, clover.
The four-leaf clover is the wish for happiness.
Who is it? Who is telling that distant story? Why does everything in that story sound familiar?
Who is it? Who is singing that ancient song? Why do every line of the lyrics make me feel unforgettable?
——When the blood drowns the story, when the war blurs the singing, can we still recall the ups and downs of the past face to face? Can we, who are facing each other with swords and guns, be able to revisit the past life-and-death friendship?
The wind blows across the earth, across rivers, across time, and ultimately, where does it go?