In five years, the flowering season and rainy season have all been given to you. You, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, make me taste all the taste of love.
Divide and recombine, even though the body and mind are so exhausted, despair comes again and again, and opportunities turn around again and again.
Is it a trick of fate or destiny?
I said, you are my disaster.
You said, when I meet you, I am doomed.
Injury and being hurt, happiness and misery, positive and negative, everything is just the slightest difference.
Facing such a changing world, do you know what will happen to us in the next second?