We first met fourteen years ago and got to know each other seven years ago. Now, our fate is like water, and flowers are blooming and falling like a dream. When we first met, we didn't know who attracted whom. After we first met, we didn't know who fell in love with whom. How many seven years are there in life? I can use a few more seven years to miss you. The stories in youth are destined to end, and I was unwilling to leave for a long time after the show ended. I was the only author who copied it over and over again with a pen.