He hid all his words in a painting full of locust flowers.
She had been painting Sophora japonica flowers all her life, but she didn't understand it until one day.
She left and he came back. April is full of new life and farewell.
The locust flowers bloomed and fell, and people waited and waited.
Love is so short that it only lasts a lifetime; love is so long that it lasts until the next life.
