When we met at that time, he was a handsome young man from an aristocratic family, and she was a ballet dancer who had returned from studying in the United States.
He said that they had a long time to come, and he looked forward to a romance, but it was just an illusory fairy tale; she said that she would wait and see, but a passing relationship turned out to be a change.
The clouds are treacherous and the waves are rising one after another. If the weak eat the strong, they will become kings and defeat bandits.
When there is no end in sight for the years of wandering, do you still have the courage to blow away the fog of fate and let him put a wisteria on her temples elegantly?