The City Boats Are Covered with Fallen Sycamore Leaves

The sycamore leaves fall and grow again, we are separated and meet again. They say time can smooth everything, but the moment he appeared, I knew that the peaceful world I had built for five years was vulnerable. This time, is it going to be a repeat of the past, or is it going to be a happy ending? When the secrets of the past are uncovered layer by layer like fallen leaves, do we still have the courage to love again?