I once thought that we would grow old together, but I didn't expect that there would only be eight seasons between us. In the ninth season, we separated unexpectedly. I don't know where our destiny will push us in the future, but I just want to record it. Not for remembering, but for fear of forgetting when you get old. This life will go through many springs, summers, autumns and winters, and many people will pass through our lives, but these eight seasons are the only ones that neither of us expected. Because in these eight seasons, it's just us.
Intention: Fate should not only let nature take its course, but also strive for it