She always meets new people when the seasons change: the strange man who delivers hot coffee on the vernal equinox night, the neighborhood painter who shares an umbrella during the rainy season. They are like the first blooming flowers, touching her life with fresh warmth.
But the shadow of the old year never goes far away. The noodle shop at the entrance of the alley that she and her ex frequented still cooked the familiar bone soup every snowy day; the phone number that had been stored for three years would occasionally be sent an innocuous "cooling down today".
New green and old moss grow intertwined in her world, and those unsaid words and untied knots are hidden in every "meet again" moment. When the spring breeze blows the green branches again, she finally understands that the so-called reunion is never about going back to the past, but about slowly reconciling with herself in the alternation of old and new times.
Intention: There are always some roads that you have to walk on your own
