Begonias Beneath the Starry Night, Spring Flowers in Bloom

"When the dream ends, nothing remains..."

"I don't know why I came here, or what exactly I did."

"Enough! To hell with romance and idyllic hideaways. If only..."

"Don't go."

A literary young man X a stunning girl;

What kind of sparks could their meeting on campus ignite?

Every familiar second was part of our past.

The ending of our story was already set the moment we met again.

In the moments we long to hold on to, we are still ourselves, but you are already gone.

So let me carry your wish and wait for the flowers to bloom.