The sympathy for each other on the competition field, the side-by-side writing of questions during the winter vacation, the quiet gaze under the gardenia tree, the thoughts of young girls and boys, quietly grow in the fragrance of pen and ink, and slowly settle in the warm winter sun. With close friends by their side and stars twinkling in their eyes, they thought that spring would come, gardenias would bloom, and all the good things would come as promised.
But the wind of fate always blows off the buds on the branches inadvertently. Those secrets hidden in the cough, those uneasiness in my heart, finally showed their appearance as the spring light gradually grew stronger. At the end of spring, the gardenia flowers fall, and the young man's figure disappears in the wind, leaving only a faint scent of gardenia lingering in the years.
She buried him under the gardenia tree, letting the pure whiteness of the mountains guard her unfinished love words. Year after year, gardenias bloomed, and he stayed in that gentle winter forever, while her thoughts never fell asleep in the fragrance of gardenias.
Intention: When spring comes to an end and gardenia sleeps, I miss you every year.