My love always seems to be a few seasons slower than others.
When he loved me, my love slept in the frozen soil. Then the four seasons passed, and when he finally passed from summer to autumn, and from autumn to the ashen winter, I——
Spring is slowly entering.
So one reincarnation came after another, and I could only watch my love leave its shadow.
My love has no flowers or fruits. Every time it is just a bud, you have to get used to the coldness.
When will someone be able to accompany me until spring?
I will promise him to be with him and wait for love to blossom.