The fragrant hydrangea is a flower whose layered petals make it impossible to see its full shape at a glance.
He searches along the way, his memories lost, for the love and hatred that belong to him... Then he suddenly realizes that too many things have been forgotten and erased by the passing years. The one thing that has never changed is the clusters of fragrant hydrangeas blooming year after year in the mountains...
How could he have forgotten? On that mountain path, where lush green hydrangeas bloomed everywhere, he had once been so close to that broad, warm back.
How could he have forgotten? There had once been gentle lips that softly murmured in his ear, like a Buddhist verse:
"The language of the fragrant hydrangea is 'cold and indifferent on the outside.'"
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Supplementary points Nice article…
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