She met her under the purple wisteria flowers. At that moment in that year, time was fixed for them, with the fragrance of purple, the deepest love, and the deepest trust. In the past two years, the sea has changed, the song of ion, the voice of calling.
From that moment on, I no longer expect you to contact me. The feeling of wanting to give up and still love is too torturous.
Intention: A past, a sunny heart