The noisy city, the impetuous mood, everything is so illusory and unreal. In this fast-moving era, is there still unforgettable true love? Love requires dedication from both parties, not one party constantly giving, and the other party constantly asking: love does not need hesitation, does not need cowardice; she is sometimes so fragile that it breaks at the touch...
Missing has become the only result. We live in missing and grow in missing... The flower of love blooms in the breeze, but withers in missing. In the end, only oneself is left to lament alone, sinking in loneliness and loneliness...