"The first encounter was a mistake."
Time flies, and three years pass quietly like a fleeting moment.
"After graduating from college, let's get married."
But time is ruthless.
The first person was no longer acquainted with each other when they met again. Are the vows we made when we were young just childish words? Is it just a brief moment of love?
There are sparse shadows under the moon, flowers are falling, and tung leaves are flying. We have seen each other in the wind and depended on each other in dreams.
Why are those people who once relied on each other in the ups and downs, who once stood by each other in times of trouble, who once stood by each other in the heavy snow, no longer look young now?
"Do you still love me?"
"I don't know."
Once again experience the dreams we have walked through together, and once again perceive the familiar rhythm.
You hold my hand again, where are we going together this time?
"Let's go home."
"Yeah."
Intent: I love you if you love me.
