When they were young, they were inseparable childhood sweethearts beneath the old pagoda tree.
A red string tied together their innocent affection and their entire youth.
After more than ten years apart, they meet again. He supports her as she starts a business and stays by her through the hard times,
gently making up, little by little, for all the years they missed.
She thought the rest of their lives would be nothing but sunny days.
But fate is cruelest when
it gives you the sweetest candy, then takes back every last ray of light with its own hands.
The pagoda flowers bloom and fall again, and the red string still circles her wrist,
but the person who promised to stay with her forever
will never come back.
Time with you was a quiet joy,
but my joy was buried with you that summer.
I'll also make you a new cover in this tender, heartbreaking style:
I like it very much, lively and interesting, not boring