After the turmoil, our lives didn't turn out much better than we'd imagined. It was as if this one event had scrambled and reshuffled all our fates, sending us down entirely different paths. Time doesn't have the power to heal everything, either. It simply lets our memories fade and grow mottled by instinct, then covers them with new wounds that slowly heal. Even an uneventful life can conceal an unexpected fate that is impossible to resist. We want a sky of our own. We want to endure pain and still remain clear-hearted, open, and shining. A heads-up: bittersweet, with both sorrow and joy. Neither the male nor the female lead is perfect. In ordinary life, people scheme and scramble for scraps; in troubled times, people struggle to survive. Some will fight with all their might for that tiny patch of pure ground.
Theme: Things will slowly get better, in one way or another.
Come on^0^~I can do it