This world, true and false, is noisy and noisy, and in our lives, various stories will be staged every day, and around us, we will always experience scenes of people coming and going, and flowers blooming and withering. Meeting and leaving may be all destined, but I always believe that you, who is happy with the situation, will always walk towards me slowly with flowers in hand. It was like the tenderness in the deepest part broke into my world unexpectedly and never wanted to let go.