Gardenia fragrance lingers through the halls, while each passing year is recorded in ink upon the stone.
In the long corridor, through morning and night, they count the blossoms drifting through summer. She waits, wholeheartedly, for a distant promise of return.
But all fleeting scenes must one day crumble. The blossoms fall, and all things slowly fade.
Only when the illusion collapses does she understand: every tender attachment took root in the pain of the past.
Theme: The tenderness and companionship felt in a dream are utterly real, yet this meeting was always just a dream of Nanke. Those fervent feelings of youth will remain only in a sleeping fantasy.
