Late Summer

———— Summer always seems to be a season of encounters and partings. Three years of time are like a short scene of fireworks, passing by in a blink of an eye like withered leaves, leaving only memories buried in the light... "I have been painting people all my life, but I have never dared to let him know that every stroke in the painting is my unspoken love." "I have been waiting for him all my life, but I only waited for him to say, "I wish you a bright future." ----- From their heartbeat in late summer when they were seventeen to looking at each other from afar at the age of thirty, they tried, missed, and reunited in love, but they never came together. There is no blood, no villain, only the cleanest, gentlest, and most unsolvable regret. It turns out that there is some love, and the outcome is destined from the beginning - not that I don't love, but because I dare not say it, because it is too late, and because I can reach out and touch it, but I dare not take a step forward. Intention: Some encounters are destined to be regretful, and some heartbreaks are ultimately difficult to reconcile.