How did so much love in the world originate? How did it end? So many obstacles and misunderstandings, so much sadness and pain. Don't you understand why love is heartbreaking but you still persist in it?
I often think like this, "If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on a fan?" I also thought that if there was a fairy-like figure to fuel your love, would things turn around? Will the ending be different?
Will she meet her love and finally understand the meaning of persistence?