Back then, I was just a child who hadn't grown up yet. I liked leaning on your shoulders and watching the sunset and the birds returning to their nests. Counting the branches and leaves of the hibiscus, how many have buds on them.
Jin, have you seen it?
The hibiscus flower bloomed at the door, and its faint fragrance swayed in the wind. In a flash, it disappeared with the wind. I stretched out my hand to grab the remaining persistence, but it ran away again.
All that is left is my longing for you and the fragrance of flowers everywhere.
Jin, how are you doing there?
Jin, I miss you.
I really, really, really want to.
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