When we first met at Kuixing Pavilion, I saw you right away in the crowd.
On the train, I helped you recover your backpack, and you fell asleep on my shoulder.
We met again in the mountain village. I decided to enter your life, but I seem to be breaking the promise.
Nothing remains the same, only the old house is still where we meet again.
The art of wood and stone is our testimony.
Concept: Love really requires courage