Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west? We met each other when we were young, and after seeing each other for more than ten years, when we meet again, she is still her, and he is still him. It's just that her him and his she are blurred. Not forgotten, but timeless. He said, "Who will come back to me from Weisi?" She said, "Go home with me." This encounter once again stirred up trouble. How will they choose this time...
Intention: Lotus weeps, the past is slow, I still remember it, the past is gone, recalling it, it becomes a loss.