Life goes round and round, like a dream. In the land we live in, how many people who are suffering are crying, and how many people who are enjoying happiness are rejoicing. Can this really be explained clearly by the words "Everyone has his own destiny?" The young man was the most passionate, not because of the desire brought about by the mingling of sex, but because someone happened to see the plum blossom hanging on someone's shoulder, and he was stunned and moved. How many cruel truths must be exposed by those slowly approaching hearts before they can embrace each other tightly, and how much bitterness can be tolerated in the gentle eyes? The secular world is the secular world, and mortals are mortals. Thousands of joys and sorrows have all been lost in the long river of time...