This is not a happy-ending love story in the traditional sense.
After a heavy rain, I chose to leave Paris.
That night, I saw a gray-purple sunset in the sky at Charles de Gaulle Airport.
I know I have to say goodbye to Paris.
When the plane took off, through the window of the night flight, I saw the city of Paris, gorgeous and dreamy, with bright lights, so beautiful that it seemed a bit unreal.
I know that many people have wandered to many different cities, just to find a place they like to stay; there are also many people who come to a city, keep meeting and saying goodbye to other people, and then rush to the next city without lingering.
And which kind of person do I belong to? I loved Paris crazily. I heard many love stories in this dreamy city, and occasionally became the protagonist in the stories.
I once bravely came to Paris. It was a moth flying into the flame, and it was also a gorgeous fall.
Paris, this dreamlike and gorgeous city, was so beautiful that it was shattered after a dusk rain.
Concept: What is love, and what is the meaning of love for women.