People seem to be nostalgic for old times after they reach the right age. I still don't want to throw away old things, even if the traces of time are thickened, I always miss the people I see. Is there anything that can kill the long hours? Is it when you wake up from a dream, or is it born again when the spring breeze blows? It was Sugi Sui who was looking forward to the joke coming true and waiting to embrace the person she had been away from for so many years.
Intention: What no one cares about is the joke, but what some people care about is the promise.