"We are not good at loving, but we still play the role of being loved."
In that season when there was no grass growing, a pear blossom bloomed in the wall of her gloomy heart.
In late spring, the petals fall off and melt into the soil.
It turned out that it was too late to reunite in late spring.
She could no longer wait for the person she missed.
Concept: Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, half of the spring is gone
