A Dream That Withered in Full Bloom

Even the most delicate peony cannot escape the fate of withering.

The most ordinary existence can still have the most perfect ending.

Withering is inevitable.

Blooming is what I have pursued with my whole life.

Even though everything has already ended,

I still had the most perfect withering.

Theme: In the end, I am still just an ordinary person, but because of you, I am no longer ordinary