The Fog Disperses

The rose stayed in midsummer, and my love accompanies life, staying under the treetops. The evening wind stirs the wood and soil, and I only hear the magpies lamenting. He has not been with me forever, but I have seen him at his most beautiful. This is enough, because the rose only stays in midsummer. From then on, he spent a century to remember that flower; the warm current of the Atlantic Ocean cannot flow to the claustrophobic tower, Godric's Hollow. The wind cannot blow under the isolated grave; the young man running wantonly at the foot of the mountain cannot escape the quicksand of time. A hundred years later, he welcomes death with a smile to share the scars of the past; the inscription on the pavilion writes eloquently with his red hair hanging down. When he is dying, listen to the beautiful words left by people: My love and I both died in the high tower, and you and your heart are both in the midsummer. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.