Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
It was just an encounter, but it led to a half-life obsession. Talented men and beautiful women, although they are romantic, they pass by each other time and time again due to the tricks of fate. Half a life is just a waste of water.