The Fragrance of Sophora Japonica Spreads over My Youth

Once we meet during Sophora monastery season, we miss it every year... The silence and publicity of the young man are hidden in the wind of late spring. "I'm too selfish, I'm sorry for you." "Another year has passed in a moment..." "Look at those 10,000 buildings, 100,000 homes, millions of debts, millions of tears across hundreds of millions of faces, just for one love..."