Farewell to the floating clouds, flowing water for six years
She was still his indispensable love,
So what about her who was once exiled by him?
The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the geese passing by leave no trace?
…
I want to find a little warmth in the story.
I want to find a trace of reason in the story.
I want to find the necessary love in the story.
Hence "Waiting Silently Like a Bud"