Flowers are colorless, but when you see them, the colors become clear and life blooms.
Is this half an explanation of love and dreams? Rotating time and space, the fate of reincarnation. Who knows the truth?
What is gained, what is lost... Am I loving?
Thousands of years of time, the speed of a tear falling, who is waiting? Who understands the language of flowers?
An inch of lovesickness and an inch of ashes, the wind's battle book, the next to loneliness.
Love is exiled by ambition, pride and prejudice... Who belongs to whom?