The protagonist is reminiscing about a past relationship. She describes the days with her partner as dream-like, leaving her with a timid smile and gentle touch. She compares herself to boring flower petals, trying to forget the pain by crying and laughing on her partner's back. She thinks about the days she won't be able to return to and the strange love she feels, hiding in a miniature garden, forgetting the passing seasons like the quiet bottom of a pond. The protagonist wants to remove all the sadness that has fallen on her partner, like cold flower petals blooming at night, just like white snow. She can't forgive anything that hurts him, and she wants to go back to the gentle days with him, when they looked up at the falling flower petals. The moon hides behind the clouds and her partner loses his way, looking like he's about to cry. But if she combines the rough parts of her heart with his, something gentle will surely be born. Her partner doesn't forgive anything that hurts her, and that's all she needs. She clings to his hand, which stretches out playfully, and in the world she had given up on, a warm light will eventually shine. She wants to gather all the light she has picked and scatter it over her partner like joy, cutting through the cold flower petals and the night. She promised that if she did something bad, he would get angry, so she knows he will find her again. She doesn't need to be in a lonely place anymore, because she saw the falling flower petals alone.