On a clueless sunshine, facing the field of unexpectedness.
On the countless dreams that has been flew by the winds.
Nothing is more important than chasing stars.
"They say, 'bloom wherever you are planted,' but what if I need to go somewhere else in order to bloom into the kind of flower I am meant to be all along?" she mumbles under the dark sky.
This is not just a love story, but A Love Story.