"If you had known it would end like this, would you still have waited for him?"
Facing the sunset, she sat by the lake, dangling her legs idly, as if she didn't hear what the people around her said.
At this moment, she seemed to see something from a long, long time ago, so long that she didn't know him, so long that this relationship hadn't even begun.
Suddenly she saw a girl in a white dress holding a red rose in her hand.
"... Yes."
The person next to me was stunned: "What?"
She looked at the girl, but the girl's figure gradually blurred. When her cheeks were filled with warmth, she realized that it was not the girl that was blurry, but her eyes.
She wiped her tears lightly, tilted her head and smiled softly.
"I'll wait for him."
Concept: Excessive love is a shackles
