G City is the country of the fig tree.
We said goodbye under the banyan tree, met, fell in love, and then separated...
Why are the leaves of the banyan tree still green despite clutching and closing the clutch so many times, as if winter has never come?
Just like you, I never left. But you are thousands of miles away from me...
(I'm not very good at writing promotional slogans, but this will be a story with a happy ending)