A chance encounter, unforgettable warmth and concern. When the ring of wings covers my hand; when you hold me in your arms and kiss my lips gently, at that moment our hearts have already collided together and are inseparable. But when the cruel truth is exposed nakedly in front of us, where should we go? Five hundred times of desolate looking back, only a fleeting passing. Tears lingering and affectionate embrace for the last time...
The ring of wings, the wheel of destiny begins to move...