They met in another world, and that year the entire River of Forgetfulness did not blossom. Disasters, plagues, intrigues, battles, what is endless is sorrow, what is endless is love.
In the rolling world of mortals, among all living beings, who blooms flowers in the ruins of the ruins, and who forms a knot of unity on the spectrum of marriage.
Flowers in the mirror, people in the water, embracing the spring breeze, embracing the flowers and smiling, closing the curtain to embrace the moon, calamity comes from it, and fate arises from the fruit.
He just said, Madam, you and I are destined to be together.