They had spent time together, turning time into candy in the palm of their hands, but in the twists and turns of fate, they had lost each other's appearance. She turned into a sea of flowers and became his only obsession and belief for the rest of his life. He guarded this piece of beauty, watered it with morning and dusk, and watched with silence, but the children's unintentional trampling crushed the last glimmer of light. In order to find her soul and find out the truth about the flower transformation, he crushed the thorns and knocked on the witch's door. When the spell takes effect, the familiar figure stands in front of you again, but the deep love and pain of the past have become a past that no one can remember. The story is not over yet, at the end of oblivion, can we still meet another heartbeat?
Intention: Forgetting is not the end of the past, but the beginning of letting love break free from the shackles of pain and grow again in the blank.