Mint never thought about what their future would be like.
Bo Liang never thought about the outcome of a moment of stubbornness.
The past, the present, or the future...
The blurry blue color in the trance, and the countless threads entangled, are they the unwillingness of the past?
In the mist and rain, the young man asked,
If, just if, I pulled you into a hopeless path, would you struggle?
She looked at him calmly. Sad eyes.
If... I leave you in the abyss of pain, will you stay?
However, there is no what if.
Silence.
That future, your appearance, is deeply rooted in my heart.
At that time, mint flowers were blooming.
Intention: I just feel that there are always some fantasies in my heart, and I just hope to create a small world that I long for.