The weather-beaten begonia flowers are soaked with the sour secret love in early summer, which is like spring rain, moistening everything silently; they were still young at that time, thinking that this kind of spring would last a lifetime; but that spring breeze was so good that all the years later could not catch up.
(The author is a bit lazy and will update it bit by bit later)
Concept: Begonia has no fragrance, secret love is silent, and will eventually become a thing of the past