I think humans and flowers have a lot in common.
It's beautiful but temporary. I think my youth is like that flower. Isn't human life the same as flowers bloom and fall?
Like flowers, we just get old. But rather than giving up on getting old, I wanted to accept it calmly and compare our most beautiful and shining youth to flowers.
It expresses us in our 20s with the silhouette of sprouts, flowers that have not yet bloomed, and flowers that bloomed.