How does an ugly caterpillar transform into a beautiful butterfly and confuse all living beings?
Why did an ordinary woman become the key to the rise and fall of a country?
Wandering in the years, where to go?
Love has become so far away, clearly within reach but always passing by.
That seemingly close distance turned into a vast Milky Way, blocking us.
Love, what is it?
Is it owned? Do you want the other person to be happy? Or can you withstand the ordinary wandering?
The song "Flower" begins...