Copywriting:
Behind every relationship, there is always someone who is more obsessed with chewing on the past, and this person is often a woman. So, on a winter afternoon, I held a cup of hot tea, sat in front of the window, and watched the snowflakes falling, like fragments of scattered tears and laughter. Behind the memory, there was tenderness, tenderness, sentimentality, or sadness. I just want to tell such a memory slowly and truly. Maybe in this complicated and messy story, we can find the shadow of the past. It turns out that everyone was once obsessed, obsessed, resentful, and stupid...