In the twenty-fourth year of the twenty-first century, on a snowy London night when Santa Claus passed by, the lovers who had been separated unexpectedly reunited tonight. They pretended not to know each other, but they had an unknown and intimate past that no one knew about and no one pursued...
In that cold wind and heavy snow, the dim yellow street lamp once lit up the bright moon, the nightingale's singing voice penetrated the ice and still moved people's hearts, and the delicate and stunning roses took root in the hot blood.
The colors painted by the painter hastily cover up the passing scenery, and the gramophone in the opera house is always playing whispers full of love.
I want you to love me.
Dear Mr. Leader, are you still willing to sign a contract with the devil, offer your sincerity, and restore the fragrance of the rose back then?
Concept: Even the timid can have love