Spring occupies a long quarter of a year, and every year comes as expected.
But the spring that belongs to me will always stay in the old days when I was watching flowers when I was little.
I reunited with the boy several times in the spring breeze, and the sea of flowers was as gorgeous as before, but there was only one letter left from my old friend urging me to return to reality.
The promise of going to see the flowers every year has never been cancelled, but for countless springs in the future, I was the only one left to express this unfinished heart.
Purpose: To cherish the lost friendships and youthful promises, and to pursue the future with regrets that cannot be fulfilled.