Will a woman who comes from a brothel never get true love in her life?
What kind of unknown secret is behind this carefree young man?
What kind of fireworks will happen after we meet on a narrow road?
Maybe love should be like pomegranates, which go through three seasons and form in the most abundant harvest season, and then become plump and full of sweet fragrance.
It seems that no matter how much you have experienced, when you look back, you can only see the ripe fruits of this tree.
The sweetness is at the tip of my heart, and the past is nothing but wind.
This, everything is combined in the "Pomegranate Fruit" in late autumn...