Ten years ago, she had no memory, and with the despair of loneliness, in the sea of wisteria flowers, he gently held her hand, but there was a surge of sadness in his eyes.
Ten years ago, his only memory was him, hugging him with lingering pain in the sea of wisteria flowers. He hugged him so kindly and said, don't be afraid, I'm here.
Three years ago, when the wisteria was flying and the rain was falling, he kissed her deeply, then turned and left, determined and never looked back.
Three years ago, he begged him earnestly to stay. He looked at him for the last time and said, I want to leave with the girl I cherish.
When he met her, when his face exactly like his bloomed in her life again, the wisteria was still flying, but with the enchantment of cherry blossoms and the helplessness of ginkgo. He said he hated her. She said she was his.
The face covers the desolation with a pale shape, and the desolation polishes the lavender petals falling in the wind. The gorgeous eyes like glass are burned in the memory of the flowing water with sad attachment... What kind of changes in the universe will it take before the light can illuminate your side face that has been buried in the shadow? After the beautiful silence of the wisteria, what will be the outcome of the choice between cherry blossoms and ginkgo?