The yellow sand is long, and he came here with all the dust.
In the small bamboo forest, she wears a green shirt and feels free.
Meeting in design, unexpected love...
How can we rely on each other when all the gentle breezes and drizzles turn into precursors of violent storms?
Different paths, different beliefs, different obsessions, and different positions. When all of these collide, do you want to give up or change...