Black and white visions intertwined in parallel, watching the flowers bloom and fall.
Silently guarding, waiting quietly, watching the butterfly shadows flying and falling red all over the ground.
The feelings that shouldn't have been secretly swelled, the fragrance of flowers at night confused the hesitation, and the wandering returnee quietly walked away.
I once dreamed of stepping into your world, but when I wandered around, I withdrew. It's not that I don't love you anymore, but there is a kind of love called waiting silently.