In a Lonely Country, the Story of Flowers Blooming and Falling Is Called Forgetting

Time is writing history non-stop. The past that will never return. As time goes by, it gradually sublimates into the most painful scar. I have never forgotten, I have never forgotten. Those our stories, those our waiting. Falling in a desolate and uninhabited country. I will always remember those flowers blooming and those flowers falling. Spread in countless reincarnations and transform into memories that will never fade. Did you know that there is a kind of memory called forever. About us, about the youth that was abandoned in the silence of sleepless nights...