The love in this world is as vast as the sea of smoke, the mountains and the wilderness, and it is also strange and bizarre. It begins in spring, flourishes in summer, falls in autumn, and is silent in winter. The four seasons come and go, and life goes round and round. From the reality that was once within reach to the virtuality that accompanied me day and night, we walked together, guided by the lamp of our hearts, not afraid of the clouds and fog ahead, not afraid of the flowers attracting us on the other side, "I gradually walked towards you from your love for me." Misty dreams, boundless years. The flowing light makes wine, and the remaining foam turns into flowers.
Purpose: Looking for the meaning of love