Too Bad You're Always a Beat Too Late

Weeds were growing wildly in my heart, but it seemed the gardener had never noticed.

From the first time I met Hu Haoze in middle school, I was deeply drawn to him. For the next few years, I stayed by his side. Sadly, the gardener only had eyes for the flowers he loved. To help them flourish, he was willing to clear away the weeds around them.

I tried everything I could to keep up with him, but I never won his love. Only when the weeds caught fire did the gardener finally see that beneath them was the rare flower he had been searching for all along.

But the flower burned up along with the weeds. The weeds laughed at him. Too bad you're always a beat too late.