Floating Dust

Tenderness and lingering, war smoke and strategy, blood and cherry blossoms, outline the picture of troubled times. In this vast world, all love is just floating dust, which will eventually drift away with the wind as time goes by. Even if someone writes them down with gentle writing, what is left is just a feeling of despair. Destiny and separation are just the past of life. In the background of troubled times, who is guarding the original tenderness...