If the free wind crosses the sea of flowers, can it cover up my throbbing heartbeat?
The slowly rotating windmill hides a whole summer's secret.
Can't hold it back.
In the past when I left without saying goodbye, I put away my thoughts of countless days and nights.
Tossing and turning.
The fragrant iris tells me of my love to resolve misunderstandings.
Tenderness is hard to find.
Like the iris, quiet and soft under the afterglow of the sunset
consistent
Concept: unfold the love story of the two protagonists with iris as the center
