"Hey, Tezuka."
"Yeah, Fuji."
Our meeting was as natural and inevitable as a stream flowing into the sea, without a ripple. Meeting the brightest person in the best years of our lives was like the sky at a summer festival dyed with the colors of a giant firework.
When the flowers were in full bloom, we crushed that beautiful moment with our own hands. Everyone lived a beautiful life, yet none of us could avoid its inevitable decline.
Beauty remained amid the clamor of a prosperous world and its dazzling fireworks. They became each other's regrets, yet they never truly drifted apart.
Theme: Sometimes, a fixation is more precious than staying together.
Sister Jiunong, come on!! I will always support you!!