The night sky outside the window was dyed with the neon lights of the city, and the room was so black that I could barely see my fingers, submerging my pupils bit by bit. I sat by the window, wanting to escape from that blackness, so I opened the window and jumped down...
"What flowers do you like?"
"White platycodon."
"Why do you like this?"
In the endless silence, she didn't hear my answer - because of you
Pure white platycodon is the only love, but the patches of white platycodon have not yet bloomed... Precisely because they have not yet bloomed, they need people's care and sunshine. When the sun shines, there is that overwhelming love.
Concept: Depression's path to a new world