The Revenge of the Blue Violet Flower

As the flowers bloom and fall, hundreds of years pass quietly, and time flies away like a fleeting moment. Throughout these centuries, I clearly remember that smile, as beautiful as a newly blooming rose flower. However, in the blink of an eye, I stand in front of you again, but we no longer know each other. Strangeness, defensiveness, the cycle of centuries brings unfamiliarity. I don't know why you won't remember me. However, I will give you everything I have endured. This can be considered a kind of love...