Later the purple wisteria fell
The cat in the cafeteria is missing
The old fan makes a noise
Telling about the youthful era that is about to end
You see, the wind at the end of summer carries a little regret
But the secret hidden in the paper airplane
Not only the wind knows
I didn't call it fate until I met you.
Until the moment I met you, I called it fate
Concept: Hiding roses in midsummer, youth is a beautiful flower