A dance of colorful clothes captivated the country, but she had no expectations for the world. Until she met him, she thought it was a turning point in her life, but God still did not care for the poor person, which made her heart suffer a cruel blow. Should she look back or wait, should this feeling be remembered, or should she pay silently until the end of her life? How will her fate be arranged^
Will she, who is as weak as the willow support the wind, evoke his memory? Even if the memory goes back, can life continue to bloom? Or is it just like a short-lived flower that fades for just a moment, the lotus steps slowly, the flower is buried under the pear tree, and the red tears can't stop falling...
In the blink of an eye, I feel sentimental, lonely, and waiting becomes destined...