The memory of the spring when they met seven years ago is still vivid and deeply reflected in their minds.
Farewell, reunion. Joy, sadness.
I'm ready for your arrival. But all I was left with was emptiness.
When we meet again, can we still laugh from the bottom of our hearts?
Time flies, and we are no longer there. The only thing that remains unchanged is the flowers blooming all over the hillside.
Blossoms, no sleep.
Conception: