There is a saying in "Autumn Fall":
The bright and dazzling flowers will wither and wither every autumn, but they will always bloom again in the spring. So the boy I have loved for a long time, will you turn into a butterfly and guard that little withered flower forever, waiting for it to bloom again?
But you don't know that your appearance is a beam of light to me. Even if the light disappears, I will always follow it.
Intention: None
