Her wish is simple, but difficult to achieve.
She wants to be a silly girl for the rest of her life and live a carefree life no matter how things change.
But she didn't know that from the moment she decided to go down the mountain, her wish had changed from possible to impossible.
That year, she was young and ignorant and went down the mountain privately.
That year, her face showed no fear, and her gauze was stained with blood.
That year, her smile remained the same, but her original intention was not there.
Three people, three stories.
He was a painful memory for her, hard to bear, but hard to let go of.
He and she were a beautiful time, hard to forget, but hard to continue.
He and she were an ignorant first love, hard to separate but hard to get close to.
One person stands in a pavilion, who knows the sorrow. Sitting and watching the flowers fall, I become crazy about lovesickness.
If one day I am no longer me, will you still be willing to accompany me back to the starting point and start over?