Seven years is a cycle, branches, leaves, flowers and grass...
In the glorious youth, you are indeed my desolation, and then, you are my most beautiful memory!
Memories become regrets, seeing each other again is like seeing each other for the first time! You and I met at a certain moment, but I don't know why...
In this small world, we looked at each other and smiled, it turns out that we have been in love for a long time!
Conception: