They are the golden leftover women of the new era. With good looks, elegant conversation, and a stable job, life should be smooth sailing. The tail of youth stepped away and stood up close. They came from the dust of the years, but they just wanted the dust to settle.
Dusk, Rome, Trevi Fountain.
The white doves are flying, and my heart falls when I see your warm smile.
I didn't believe it before, but it turns out that falling in love with someone only takes one second.
White dress, roses, stars.
In the melody of the cello, I think that person is myself.
Why can't our love always be as beautiful as the scenery we meet?