That year, the begonia flowers bloomed.
Ebb tide meets Yesi.
It is the morning fog that has not dispersed yet, which is thick with water vapor.
It's the petals that are scattered all over the shoulders and hair.
There is no sound or sound, and the world is silent.
Meet.
And in that lost memory, the young man's misty eyes, lonely smile, huddled in the snow.
Amidst the flying snow, it has been sleeping for thousands of years.
Ah, who are you?
Now, I've been waiting for you for a thousand years.