The ultimate romantic thing is death, but you can't die, so the poppy language is "the love of death". "Is the departure of the leaves the tree's unwillingness to hold back, or the pursuit of the wind? Is the withering of the poppy flower the departure of spring or the arrival of autumn? Every reincarnation has a story. I can't stop the beginning of the story, but I can know the ending of the story. The same ending has a different beginning." Love is like a poppy flower, delicate and heart-breaking, but after all, it is just a poppy flower. If it does not harm others, it will devour itself. [This article is HE, with multiple endings. There are N\P endings. There must be Bailan's ending, and Fran's ending. Others will be added according to adults' requests.]