When a certain personality trait develops into a habit, it becomes so powerful that it is impossible to pull away and cannot argue with it. It is like a poppy, taking away the strength of one's limbs to respond. What about my personality? What kind of habit did it form, and how did it make me unable to realize it? Turning around in embarrassment, you will look at the past bits and pieces. Just like a crossroads, different roads have different endings. I am so frivolous in this world, and how uncertain I will be in the next parallel time and space. Like petals that are about to shrink, they shine again in a deserted place. What is belonging? It is the end you will encounter if you move forward. In that early morning when the sunlight was sparse and the branches were swaying, where would the boy who said "I care" be?
My long journey of depression was just the moment you turned around.
That arrogant smile was frozen in the moment three years ago.
Looking back at the road we have traveled together, it is far away but clear.
Maybe the flowers blooming together have come before we realize it, "I'm waiting for you." "Believe me." "Together." Three teenagers, three stories, three destinies. Inadvertently, they have already held your hand and walked steadily on the long road.
What is love? When the flowers bloom, they will naturally tell you the answer.