I have admired all the worlds one by one. I still remember the thin clothes in my youth, the rain of peach blossoms in the temple, and the young man who came to step on the fallen flowers and gave me an empty joy. I also remember the rain of bullets and the war in the troubled times. In the era of social turmoil, he paid tribute to I stretched out my hand to calm my wandering heart. He used his life to create my blooming flowers. I still remember the slide in the park when I was a child. He made a promise to me for the next life behind my back. The time is long and the road is full of thorns. Fortunately, the future is promising.
Concept: Sweetness and abuse intertwined, experience true love