The memories of those young days begin to fester, when the charm of youth becomes pain, when staying away becomes the best choice. Fate has destined this life, endlessly entangled and implicated like green vines.
In a flashy world, love is vulnerable.
In the face of hypocrisy and cowardice, perseverance has become a luxury.
During these years, are we going further and further apart, or are we meeting again?
Or, continue to watch the flowers bloom and wait for them to fall, but to no avail