[Nissan, what is the flower language of four-leaf clover? ] You asked.
I will tell you quietly: [It is gentleness. ]
Many years later, the world has changed, and the years have changed. There is no news from you, and I embrace my loneliness.
Until you appeared in front of me again, smiled and said to me: [The flower language of four-leaf clover is obviously lucky. ]
You smiled as gently as ever, but I cried.
How lucky is it to meet you again?