The infatuated girl leaves the shore for love, and the down-and-out writer lives toward death. Once in love, forever obsessed. Three years of recuperation and rebirth, only for ripples to appear deep in my heart. People who are born for love are like thousands of years. Entangled in love and hate, confusion and confusion, back to the beginning, everything was happy. Sad friendship, great redemption. An elegy, the mystery of life. I just hope that in the snowing season, I can sit in a circle, talk and sigh, and spend my life.
Conception: