Because of an inadvertent look back, a piece of worry is quietly buried. From then on, the seeds of youth took root and sprouted in my heart, growing into a towering tree overnight, but gradually withered in the passing of time.
I thought my youth was over and the worldly life of daily necessities, rice, oil and salt was about to begin. Unexpectedly, after more than ten years of ups and downs, this big tree has grown stronger day by day. But is everything really back to normal?
When you meet the destined "him" at the wrong time, should you express your feelings or let go decisively?
Intention: Unless the city collapses one day, I will cross thousands of mountains and rivers to find you.