The candle of life was fading, and she couldn't even remember how long she had lived in this world.
In the rain, she heard a familiar melody, which made her feel a little sad.
It was cold in the ward, and the midsummer chirping of cicadas outside the window reminded her of when she was sixteen
She left with a smile on her face, just like when we first met in the summer when she was sixteen.
Intention: The trivial love of youth. It tells me that unrecognized feelings and youthful stubbornness are not deviations from the trajectory of life. It is the proof of being loved throughout life and throughout the soul.