It is enough to have loved in this life. It turns out that love is not just about asking, but about giving. If life were just like the first time we met, there would be no all kinds of ties and reluctances. "On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's beauty." She and he were inseparable, but under the arrangement of fate, they met each other for the first time. A touch of separation and a touch of melancholy, who plucked the strings of fate and played countless songs of joy and sorrow.