How much love can come back, and how many injuries can really fade away? My loved ones died, my ideals were shattered, my feelings were deep and shallow, and I stumbled all my life ... I never mentioned it, thinking that I was really forgotten by time. Just why, the injuries that have been silent for many years always like to attack quietly and clearly in every quiet time, drowning the body and mind?

Perhaps the most beautiful thing is not to keep time, but to keep memories. Just like the feeling of first acquaintance, even a casual smile is the story we miss most. I hope, time, meet as before. In the end, you will understand who is hypocritical, who really loves you and who will be desperate for you.