There are thousands of people in the world, either happy or sad, good or bad, and among these thousands of people, they may meet, or they may never meet, or pass by each other, or they may know each other and stay together... A person's story, whether happy or sad, comes from the outside world, and I think they are the same... I hope that the love we know can be as beautiful as flowers.
Intention: I hope that the love we value will not be despised by the world and will not be overwhelmed by reality.