Song Mu knew that she had never been knowledgeable. The only thing that could be admired was her gentle temperament. It seemed that she would never get angry or angry. Even if she got angry again, she would smile and say it didn't matter. Sometimes she felt like a migratory bird stranded in the north, silently waiting for winter to strangle her in the cold wind, waiting for the promise to tell her that winter was over.
That beautiful rose-like promise brought thorns to her heart, representing the endless darkness of the past, always warning her not to forget.
The cold winter is endless and the night is hard to see.
Intention: Warm love