The flowers on the other side have bloomed for thousands of years and fallen for thousands of years. I still remember your vows. During the thousand-year flowering period, you will take me to see the flowers on the other side. But your vow is too long, and my patience is too short, too short to wait for the next flowering period. Maybe from the beginning, the thousand-year oath was a ridiculous hope that would never come true. Maybe I never thought about the day when the oath would become a reality, because I knew it was just a beautiful lie that could not be realized...