The Flowers Bloom in the Middle of the Summer, and We Chase the Light. (That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in Pinellia)

Some people pursue the light, treat the world with their own hearts, and believe in all the good things in the world, even if it was once dim and colorless. Nourished by the sun, the flowers bloom in pinellia. Life still goes on, and youth no longer repeats itself. I hope you and I will live up to our youth and our destiny. Where there is light, I exist. And I am also waiting for you there, my love.