The Sixth Summer When Pansies Bloom

—— The sixth summer when pansies bloom I looked towards the window Outside the window, everything is lively, bright and gorgeous. Beauty without care And there is a solitary purple butterfly flower carefully maintained in a vase on the table. But it's inevitable Residues broken into pieces · —— I rarely talk about love, but baby, my love is not silent, you just forget it. But it doesn't matter, you will always remember it. Maybe one day I won't remember many things between us, but whenever I see you again, I can always remember that meeting you is a very beautiful thing in my barren world. In the sixth summer when pansies are in full bloom, I still love you. I love you all over again every new day. · —— If one day we are destined to be... —— So what? Love is originally about trying to find the only happy ending in countless tragic parallel worlds. Concept: In our parallel time and space of countless tragedies, love is the only miracle.