"Who is that in this photo?" "What happened in your past?" "Then do you still love him?" "I... Don't know." I didn't see the flowers blooming, I just regarded them as clouds and mist in the past. It turned out that I missed him the most, but that year when the cherry blossoms fell, who was the tender look in the white-clothed boy's eyes... Okay~_~ This is just the author's imagination.