Crows crow among the trees, and the autumn wind remembers that time.
Meeting and parting again and again in infinite dreams, with different identities, but the same ending...
"Camellias cannot read white roses, and the wind from the north mountain cannot blow at the end of the south mountain."
"Maybe I was so busy smiling and crying that I forgot how lucky I am to have you."
"Fortunately, the longing is silent, otherwise it would be deafening, and the longing would be infinitely hot, so that the people who miss you will finally be reunited."
"Don't be afraid, honey, I'm here."
... Countless echoes came from my mind, one after another...
(Our story and the infinite fantasy of youth)
Intention: Send flowers to each other, youth without regrets. Cherish the present moment and build unfinished regrets together in this illusory world
