Isn't "I love you" sometimes the three hardest words to say in this world? When the sun shines on those shells on the beach, do you wonder about their past stories? Constantly washed by the sea, and under the precipitation of time, they slowly lose their original edges and corners. Tender, sad, joyful, each story also has its perfection or imperfection. If I love you, I hope to tell you with my own mouth. If you love me, then please let me know. If we finally get separated, thank you for coming into my life.