The one I love will one day dress in white and watch me dance. At that time, I will throw the hydrangea in my hand to him...
I will keep waiting, waiting, waiting for him to appear...
She was the meanest singer who sang for others in the brothel, but she unexpectedly became the most respected queen;
When the sweetheart she had been waiting for finally appeared, she failed to catch him;
With such a fateful fate, who is the person she loves and who is the person she wants to wait for?