A gorgeous encounter. A silent ending.
Two flowers bloom. Flowers bloom twice.
Meeting in the wrong season. Growing up in a different world. You go east. I'm going west.
From then on, I passed by. It was just a chance encounter, but it turned out to be a sad and beautiful thing.
The story ends. We will eventually return to our original world.
If life was just like the first meeting, would you still choose to meet like this? If life were just like the first time we met, would Years Like a Passenger be more prosperous?
Don't spray if you don't like it