The passage of time annihilated the childish love for him in her heart. However, when he appeared in her world again, the gears of fate began to turn. Once upon a time, she was under the flower field, silently watching his retreating figure, the place was desolate.
In the most beautiful golden age, whose picturesque scenery are you?
On the mottled paper, who saw who secretly wrote his and her names; in the cold days, please forgive me for the sadness I gave you when you were young.