The feelings between people are like clouds and mist, with disconnected roots. When we meet and become familiar with each other, how should we face the sudden death?
Who has no regrets in their youth? So how should you and I let go of those regrets?
It's raining on the stone bridge, looking at the vast green water under the bridge, ripples in the wind...
There will be separation waiting for them at the end of life. Only separation can make people grow overnight.
Facing youth, the only way is to grow up. Let us accompany the evening breeze to remember a past event.
Intention: regret, growth