Waiting for Love to Bloom

The fireworks are not my scenery alone, just like the love you gave me is not the love of two people. You said your heart skipped a beat when we broke up, which was ironic. But I still ask you stupidly: Have you ever loved me? Listening to the old-fashioned love songs and looking at the tacky calligraphy, it hit the nail on the head and pierced my struggling smile. Those trivial memories are like movies, satirizing the past of I loved you, Flower of the Other Side, beautiful and sad. Everyone will miss many people in this life. Miss love, miss friendship, miss encounter. Flowers are blooming on the other side, but the leaves are missing from the flowers, and the flowers are missing from the leaves. They are all in the wrong place. However, it is not necessarily sad. How could I fall in love with you if we never met. If we had never met, how could I have so many regrets. One flower, one world, one tree, one Bodhi. Flowers bloom and fade, the tide ebbs and flows. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.