This is a story, a permanent destiny, a love that ends before it even begins. I just want to recreate the ancient legend and understand persistence and choice through slow narration. Just want to express the feeling of "wanting to see someone again". I want to write this story like a name, which is easy to read and meaningful. This name is like the blooming of a flower, trying its best to interpret the meaning of the flower in the article-"maybe we meet". This story begins with my childhood dreams and fantasies, my expectations for mystery, my curiosity about life and death, and my recognition of joys and sorrows. It may be about warmth, memory, humanity, fate, responsibility, legend, life, contradiction, reunion, separation, or it may be an endless song that hopes to be drunk with you.