Old love is like a burnt ember, which becomes hot again when the wind blows. One person is chasing after him step by step, full of apologies and belated honesty; the other person is retreating step by step, trapped in the pain of the past and not daring to move forward. The tender days and nights spent together by teenagers in the past are now the dilemma of adults. The love has never dissipated, but there have been several years of blank time, scars all over the body, and countless unspeakable misunderstandings.
Intention: I'm waiting for you to come back