China. Japan.
The sharp opposition between nations, countries, and genders, only the entanglement of emotions can break through the dark sky over the years and bring a ray of brightness. But that love is nothing more than holding a thorn and piercing the heart so hard that the flesh and blood are blurred.
Such a war-torn and desolate era, such a desolate and desperate love.
Who had said Sauvignon Blanc to whom, who had promised to stay together forever, but in the end they rushed to the other side of time with all kinds of regrets, and all they could do was wait.
When the heart is filled with barren weeds, when the gravel in the shells finally condenses into crystal clear pearls, when the sea changes, and the seabed emerges from the surface, those sharp and huge rocks sting the eyes deeply.
And where did the waiting person go?