Traveling through the smoke and dust of history, just to meet this time. That smile when I looked back showed my sincerity. She loves him, but she doesn't know whether his love for her is true or false; he loves her, but he doesn't know whether the love he gives her is more or less. Fate played a joke on them. She didn't know how to hate him, nor how not to hate him; he didn't know how to face her, nor how not to face her. When the last rose dies, can the love between him and her come back?