Yield

“Perhaps she...is my Elys...”

One lone girl diligently seeding the fields
To a past never to change, to a future never to arrive

Would you laugh it off as fruitless behavior?
Then you must be happy...

Waiting for spring below the covers of snow, once summer passes, it'll be the autumn of harvest...

Fruition...harvest...Yielding fruits

The latest harvest...Yields the sweetest of them

She doesn't mind a love affair[dream] of one night
Because the woman could make it into eternity

Would you laugh it off as a fruitless love?
As expected, you're happy...

Dreaming in frozen nights; once summer passes, her feelings will come into fruition...

Result...harvest...Yielding fruits

The latest harvest...Yields the sweetest of them

『3』...an unstable number. 『3-1』...a model equation.
What is problematic isn't the nature of individuals, but simply...the amount specified by the symbol
As long as the world seeks stability, one must be subtracted...

Why can people never meet a season[time] fit for love?
Ah...dad...mum...

“-still, I want to become happy....”

Love   Sweet Fruits   Scarlet Fruits
If she couldn't harvest them, she could simply chop them off...
Love   Sweet Fruits   Scarlet Fruits
Ah...but isn't that a head....

Two ♀. One ♂. Who is the most unfortunate of them all?
A falling fruit...the sound of it tumbling. The extraneous number...the sound of it being subtracted.

『3-1+1-2』

-the last to appear was the 『Masked Man』
Who is the one left alone on the fields after they disappear?

Translated by Defade.