Spring: I like spring, but I died in winter, which I hate.
They say that hard work will bring results, but he and I can't wait for the results. Our self-righteous concealment is full of loopholes. May we be disease-free and happy in our next life
Xia: That summer, I was ruthlessly abandoned. Between the tattered crystal ball and the rag doll, I chose the rag doll, and my brother chose the crystal ball. That day he held my hand and took me away from the shabby alley. I was abandoned in the summer, but I like summer.
Autumn: I like the maple leaves in autumn. I hid under the maple tree and cried silently, while he stood on the ground full of maple leaves, handed me a tissue, and awkwardly and nervously said to me, "Brother, come with me, I will be good to you." Many years later, he broke his promise. I died among the autumn maple leaves. Alone and messy, I wish you happiness brother.
Dong: I wonder if the bubbles in winter will turn into ice when blown in the sky, just like his heart that loves me. But it's all fantasy. That extremely hard bubble heart has been divided into two halves by the wear and tear of time. I married winter, he married spring
Concept: In the cycle of seasons, love and destiny are often misaligned and torn apart. Some people are trapped in the cold winter but yearn for the warmth of spring, some hide their broken hearts in the hot summer, some keep the promises that wither like autumn leaves, and some watch the fragile dreams disappear like winter snow. But no matter how we are divided and tempered by the four seasons, only facing regrets with a strong heart and breaking away from the shackles of weakness is the way to reconcile with oneself and destiny. After all, what can truly define the ending of life is never the coldness of the four seasons, but whether we dare to rush to the next four seasons with a warm heart after being broken.