The fleeting time is like a flower, with delicate petals and fragrant stamens.
Everyone is walking on their own road, enjoying the scenery along the way, and may meet someone for a moment, but after laughing and crying, we will eventually part ways.
This is the joys and sorrows written by Si Mingjun.
The flowers called fleeting years looked at them quietly, silently.
Whenever you miss someone, a flower will bloom along the way. Whenever you meet someone again, the original flower will quietly wither.
This is forgetting.
Wu Xin has lived for so many years, but it is not all without gain.
She learned to forget.
There are so many beautiful flowers in this fleeting time, it would be nice if only one flower blooms.