The wind blows and the flowers bloom, mile after mile.
With all the different years, all the different faces, all the different you, how could it not make people's hearts flutter...
The fragrance spreads thousands of miles, destined to meet you.
The entanglement that cannot be solved, the constant connection, is it a calamity, a fate, or a destiny?
In this life I only want to meet and know you,
"Also, who else would you be in this life?"