In the early summer of her second year of high school, Xia He first met Lu Hanyu at the end of the corridor. From then on, everything in the world became the background, and her brush was written only for him.
They were each other's light, and they promised the future side by side on the path covered with sweet-scented osmanthus. But a sudden serious illness dragged this love into the abyss.
He gave up his dancing shoes for her and hid his dreams; she spent all her energy and painting for him for the rest of her life.
When the monitor turned into a cold straight line, when the heavy rain drowned the dance steps in front of the tomb, I was shocked -
She never left, she just hid in every painting;
The rest of his life is long, but only endless thoughts and memories remain.
This is a girl's lifelong secret love and confession, and it is also a boy's desperate elegy of dancing alone for the rest of his life.
"The wind passes through the world, and there is no more fragrance; time goes by, and only thoughts remain."
