She Died Before Spring

She died before spring. He died the night before the magnolia blossoms, the moment before he came back, and the last second of the long wait. She spent twelve years guarding a dried forget-me-not, traveling to every city he mentioned, sitting on the same bench and waiting for a reunion that she would never keep. She thought spring would come, he would come back, and the promise would be fulfilled. But the cruelest thing about fate is that all waiting has a beginning but no end. He later found out, The one who says "I'm always here", The person who hid him in the years, The person who has been waiting all his life in winter, In the end, she couldn't wait for her spring. She died before spring and for the rest of his life. Intention: To wait for an indefinite time with a lifetime of obsession, to write about the loneliness and fate of the deep love, hoping that all sincerity will not be let down, and all waiting will be echoed.