In the summer of 2018, I met him in a sunflower field.
He said that sunflowers will never bow their heads, just like our love is always warm.
But then a rain took away my midsummer, and also took away the person who would draw backlit sunflowers for me.
I guarded our studio and the unfinished canvas for many years in the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Until finally, I finally walked to the place where he rested with a handful of sunflowers.
It turns out that some farewells require spending the rest of your life before you can say "I'm here to see you."
