For a period of time, I was wandering, and a drizzle drenched melancholy.
The ten years are still here, paying homage to youth.
I would like to commemorate those lost youthful years, the most beautiful first acquaintance, the purest first love, the saddest feelings, and the most sincere friendship.
Seven years is enough time to be indifferent to a relationship, but what will happen after meeting?
Can you stick to a relationship half a world away? Is it a lie? Or betrayal?
How will the truth be revealed seven years later? How do four people and three emotions get entangled? Where is the destination again?
Conception: