You're a girl who has lost your lover and the only reminder of the color of the flowers of that year is in your memories

And today, again, you're alone and lonely like every other flower day. You close the old book filled with memories and have a bitter and empty feeling because you know your husband is doing something

Some laughter and sweet sounds echoed from behind the door in front of you. In front of you is a door with two options: close it or open it