The lamp oil on the hospital bed had been burning all winter, and the cherry branches outside the window had sprouted new leaves, but she could never wait for the full spring. France's fingertips gradually lost their warmth. The hand that once held a prosperous and romantic hand could only rest weakly on England's clenched palm, and even a complete goodbye was lost in the thin air.
Intention: But spring comes as promised every year, but you never come true again
