The Monsoon Scatters the White Roses

Their first meeting beneath the camphor tree, folk songs in their headphones, and a promise made over white camellias were once the brightest lights of youth. But misunderstandings surged like a tide, turning love into hatred. The truth came too late, revealed only at the end of a life. When a figure identical to hers appears again, is it an obsession carried on, or the return of spring?