People are as fragile as leaves, and as gorgeous as leaves, like maple leaves, pine and cypress, and ginkgo. They clearly remember the day when they were almost knocked down by the heavy rain, the day when they chatted with their close friends nearby, and the day when they were distracted by the lively wind-facing ginkgo trees on the tree next door. When the branches of fate strive to stretch out for them to meet, even if there is wind, they hug and kiss without hesitation. Even if they become scorched red and withered in the last days, he is as warm as fire, and she is as bright as the sun. Thank God, or whoever the other gods are, for allowing me to meet you in the best years of my life when I first fell in love.
Mission: Believe in light, about love and protection