I Still Remember the Name of the Flower.

After the story ended, their persistence, wishes, laughter and tears... And time also stopped. So, do the emotions and hopelessly perceptual judgments we put in... Still count? For some persistence of ours, and a desire for all happiness and warmth, let the story continue. ———————————————————— Unheard flower name fanfic, healing style. Many times, what we lack is just an opportunity, an opportunity to remember, and an opportunity to remember the past. I still remember how moved I was when I read The Name of a Flower, and I always believed that on a lush summer day, Renta and Manma would meet again, just like the happy endings of all vulgar novels. I believed so hopelessly that I would not hesitate to weave an illusory dream for myself. Maybe this is just a delusion of self-satisfaction or self-comfort.