If given another chance, the flowers will still wither, the fallen leaves will still fall, and I will still want to say sorry to you.
In the length of everyone's life, they will meet many people, in unknown coffee shops, at the corners of long alleys, they will look at each other and smile, pass by, and disappear. Occasionally recalling the past, there may be a figure still in the familiar corner. We are all the protagonists of our own lives, but we are passers-by to many people's lives. He is as handsome and wealthy as the male protagonist, and he has the same heart to care for and cherish the heroine. But there is a group of people in the world who are worthy of sincerity but cannot defeat fate. If he had another chance, how would he write his story?