It turned out that the relationship between her and him was like the lights across the mountain, each flickering on and off.
And once two parallel lines intersect, you don't know what kind of story will be deduced.
It turned out that she and he both had a dream in their hearts. Last night it was the lights across the mountain. Tomorrow it might be the flowers blooming after the rain, or maybe it is even more separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.
This article is dedicated to the men and women who live a solid life in the city. It turns out that life is like this.