I hope to be able to wander. For me, the process of self-exile is not loneliness, but just enjoyment. I never thought that I would meet you, meet, know each other, and cherish each other from the beginning.
You said that love has four seasons; and when I look at you, I just think that our relationship will sprout in spring, grow strong in summer, and bear fruit in autumn in a blink of an eye. But I never imagined what winter would be like.
What will happen to me when winter is over?
Concept: Love always appears suddenly and unexpectedly, and it also always fades away unexpectedly in the midst of passionate love.