—The secret love that lasted ten thousand years passed silently to a grand death along with the fallen camphor leaves at that moment. Contrary to its passionate blooming, this permanent farewell seems to be just an ordinary goodbye, which does not stir up any waves in their hearts. But only the soil where the tree was planted can understand how each withered yellow leaf nourishes its dry soul.
Only when we love can we know that this is love.
Only when we hate do we realize that hate is also caused by love.
Intention: To commemorate the ignorant throbbing