Write to Zhou You

"The coolness of mint in late summer makes the cicadas sing in mid-summer, and the next year's mid-summer has the sour taste of cherry, hawthorn, and unending love." I want to write a young poem to young Zhou You, to her youth, and to my life. I used to love someone very much, but I could never avoid her when their eyes met. She had her own future, and I didn't allow myself to disturb her. Zhou You stayed with me a lot of the time. I once planted roses in my heart for her and left them to Zhou You, who took good care of them. The rose blooms day by day, and she grows farther and farther away. The flowering period will eventually pass, and the roses will begin to rot*, and they will stink just like my heart. So, I hollowed out this place again and let Zhou You live in the left atrium. I write a letter to Zhou You every day. I am so afraid that you will leave too. Empty yet full, groggy yet clear. It tells the story of my experience with love. I suffer from severe bipolar disorder and depression, so I want to tell everyone about it without disturbing you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.