The Gesang flowers blooming in the snowy land, and I met Nora who was praying devoutly on the hillside, and I quietly buried my heart. Year after year, I watched her meet her sweetheart, looking forward to the two of them spending the rest of their lives together. When the flowering period fades, I turn into flower seeds and rush to the person I miss, but I only hear the sad news that this person has passed away. It is buried in the snowy mountain slope where the girl rests, and will sprout new shoots in the coming year, guarding this grassland that holds all memories.
Concept: All things have feelings, even plants and trees have hearts