Smoke of gunfire is everywhere and the world is in turmoil, but those who know the sky are at peace.
Flowers are flying in Asakusa Bibi. I don't know who is lucky, him or her.
Flowers bloom, dreams, can some beauty last forever?
Flowers fade, reality, can some cruelty be avoided?
If if
There can be if
Then
I hope the flowers will fade as always