If waiting can span life and death, does it only take a flower blooming to reunite? This is a story about waiting and reunion, sacrifice and fulfillment. Year after year, the wisteria blooms. Some people never leave, they just turn into the fragrance of flowers, light and shadow, and the gentlest part of memory. They will embrace you again in another way in the next spring. Love is the stubbornness of the soul. Even if life and death separate us and time goes by, I will still find you and fall in love with you every time the wisteria blooms.
