If one day love is really just pure love, can we become happier?
When the torrent of this world carries us forward rumbles, can the hands that hold each other still be clasped together like many years ago? When we look back again, can I still see your figure?
When your true love conflicts with your life creed
When the world faces the weight of life
My dear, can I still see you when I look back?
The outline of this article has been constructed, and the specific characters will gradually emerge as the plot unfolds.
My dears, stop talking about love affairs.