The morning glories all over the mountain outline a deep purple ocean. Her amber eyes stare at the morning glories in the wind. She loves morning glories because the flower language of morning glories in her memory is: unreal. She used this to remind herself not to believe in the illusory world. He closed his eyes and lay in the sea of flowers, with the sun caressing his black hair. He had a big smile on his face. He loved morning glories because his mother said the language of morning glories is: love. He half-crouched under a tree covered with morning glories, his dark blue eyes filled with faint purple. He loved morning glories because he thought the language of morning glories was: calm. Different understandings make them fall in love with the same flowers. How will the Morning Glory Fairy arrange each other's fate...