Even if all his life's experiences brought him only despair, she would always be his little hope. When the girl with flowing robes turned her head covered with flowers and smiled brightly, his youth, love and hope were reborn with flames; before that, he had lost half of his life and half of his soul. He was forever grateful to her for that moment of emotion and hope.
... On the fertile forest plains of the North, his days of blooming flowers and dazzling beauty were instantly resurrected. The child was so young, which filled him with joy, like a frustrated gardener who regained his mood and cultivated tender branches of delicate flowers on the flower grave full of damage. He saw seedlings spreading their branches and leaves, and flowers growing on the branches again. Time will turn back for him, and he will experience happiness again, whether it is still fresh in his memory or just missed. This happiness is so pure, so complete, and flawless, just as it should be, as if it has never been tainted by ambition, betrayal, death, and shame.