Don't go falling for your childhood sweetheart on a whim, or you'll end up unhappy.
In helpless struggle, Li Xiangyang is at a loss over the sudden illness that has befallen him. Only now does he begin to realize how short life is, and how hard it is to love someone.
A hurried farewell, heavy with reluctance. A few words, spoken cleanly and decisively. It seems everything was arranged by fate, drawing quietly to its close.
That midsummer was still scorching hot, and the boy's love was still as pure as ever. But the person before him was no longer the person from back then. As their eyes met, he could only feel that a gray mist had settled over the past, making it impossible to see clearly.
Red spider lilies bloom at the edge of a dream. Amid the faint glimmer and drifting dust, I see your familiar silhouette.
We met in the height of summer, became friends in early spring, but before we even truly knew each other, winter had already arrived. I really love this saying; unrequited love is the most heartbreaking thing.