In the first acquaintance of the world, there are always many surprises that flowers bloom; in the parting of the world, there are always many sorrows that flowers fall. In fact, all the love, hate and infatuation in the world are destined to be a journey, a landscape, and a story in each other's lives. If there is no fate, perhaps some of the past will be imprinted into regret and sadness in the depths of the heart; if there is a fate, all the intersections can be transformed into charm and compassion in the context of fleeting years. If life is just like the first time, there will be no more messy flying of three thousand blue silks in the watch across the mountains and rivers, and there will be no more bitter tears on the fluttering clothes. If life is just like the first sight, even if you rub shoulders, it will not be just strangers; even if you turn around, it will not be just empty. If life is just like the first sight, the beautiful scenery will always be on the road, the fireworks of the earth will accompany the story of love to the end of the world, and the four seasons will not be thin in the wind. If life is just as first seen, all lovesickness will be beautiful to tears, and all days will be vivid and fragrant.