When people leave, the tea becomes cold.
The dust in the prosperity has settled, everything has become empty, and the memories are also lost.
I remember that year, you and I were covered in dust, looking forward to today in the lush spring light. But today, looking at the smiling faces in the old photos, they turn into flowers. I watched you and myself at that time helplessly. I had loved and suffered, but I was still smiling like a flower.
So tonight, I re-enter those luxuriant years and see how fate writes this encounter.
Tonight, the flowers are blooming, and the flowers are blooming into a sea