"I admit, I gave up first." Many years later, she remembered the past that had been dusty for many years. She recalled it this way, and it was so clear. Even though she is still the carefree girl. Because she is so ordinary, she seems to have nothing to do with dazzling. That's it, spending one simple spring and autumn after another. Although those pains are still in my heart, they are buried in the deepest part. I say I can't find them, but I don't want to look for them. Looking back suddenly, one year old has withered and flourished, burning away the wild flowers and awakening the sleeping spring.
"When my flowers bloom, you can pick them."