"That laughter reminded me of my flowers, which were blooming quietly for me in every corner of my life. I once thought I would stay by her side forever, but today
Today we have left in the vast sea of people..."
People who used to get along day and night are now going their separate ways. Reluctance is inevitable, but most of them are confused.
They met when they were 16 and separated when they were 18. They say that 16 is the age when they are sensible, but they are rebellious. They say that 18 is the age when flowers bloom, but they encountered harm prematurely. So, what has changed them in the past three years?
So, after parting, how many blooming flowers will belong to them?