Spring is coming, and begonias are blooming. A pot of sweet wine is sipped under the tree, and a fragrance comes into your mouth.
Fog comes and goes, spring comes and winter goes.
When did it wither and fall to the ground again in the blink of an eye? It was beautiful again in the past.
It cannot withstand the changes of spring and autumn.
In the dream, the flowers bloomed for the first time, and the world suddenly turned into mud.
Can you still wait for next year?
There is no one in the world who loves him as much as that person, but what he hates more about him is that after discovering that he is the murderer, he realizes that he still has love for him in his heart.