To Our Youthful, Glorious Days

In the bloom of youth, he meets her. They meet, come to know each other, and fall in love when they are young. No matter how many hardships they face, after all the twists and turns, they end up leaning on each other and sharing a life filled with the everyday warmth of the human world.

He: What flowers do you like?

She: I like baby's breath.

“There's a flower called baby's breath. Its language is: I'm willing to be a supporting character, loving you in secret. I bring you a sky full of stars, yet still feel that all those stars are nothing compared to you. I hope that one day, the person I love will hold out a bouquet of baby's breath and say adoringly, ‘You are the joy in my heart.’”