I wish to compose a song about the petals of love, but its meaning escapes me. In spring, some love many bloss…
I wish to compose a song about the petals of love, but its meaning escapes me. In spring, some love many blossoms yet choose only one, disappointing the rest. Others say that picking more flowers means neither love nor spring is left wanting. What do you think? For seven days you've watched the flowers—do you understand spring's spirit? I invite you to Nimbus Tower to discuss both music and the path to Velvet Shade. Will you come?
Spring passes quickly, and I shall wait only one day.