If the free wind sweeps across the sea of flowers, can it hide the flutter of my heart?
A secret from an entire midsummer lies hidden inside the slowly turning windmill.
I can hardly hold back.
In the past that left without a word, I tucked away all the longing of countless days and nights.
Tossing and turning.
Among the irises where the scent of flowers swells, I confess my love as I clear up our misunderstanding.
A tenderness so hard to find.
Like the iris, quiet and gentle beneath the fading glow of the setting sun,
steadfast, always.
Theme: A love story about two protagonists, centered on irises
