They silently traveled through the four seasons in a strange city. Before they met, the snow was not romantic, the rain was not cool, the wind was not pleasant, and the frost was not moving. They are dripping with their respective epics in each other's world, which is grand but also sad. Their encounter was like the apple falling naturally from Newton's head under the influence of gravity. Everything was so logical and natural. In his heart, he is his happiness, and he wants him to be happy, so those pains are his own battle.