The sky serves as a guide and the earth serves as a matchmaker.
Dressed in red, she pretended to be shy and asked in a low voice: "Do you love me?"
He lowered his head and held her hand, "What is love?"
She said angrily: "Have you ever had the thought of kissing me?"
He raised his eyes slightly: "Yes."
Encouraged, she continued: "Have you ever had the thought of pushing me?"
He chuckled: "... Yes."
She asked: "Then do you have any thoughts about taking me as your own?"
He narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You have always been mine."
In the fourth life, can they cross the gap of history and time and know each other?
Or will we finally bow to fate and forget each other in the world?
It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, and I love you only.