There is always that one person who makes countless beautiful promises to you in your romantic past. Those past sounds as tempting as sunflowers in May, with their golden and bright smiles always carrying the scent of warm sunshine. The flowers fall petal by petal, just like the years you have wasted for him, leaving behind densely packed daggers standing there, smiling evilly and pretending to sting your heart inadvertently. This is the so-called sunflower love, which looks brilliant but is actually sad. I am also longing for whether I will meet such a person who only gives me happiness and does not give me a trace of hurt.