Flowers bloom in mid-summer and miss a season. Turning around and looking back, she was still waiting for him, and he was also waiting for him. All this, this love, delicate and delicate, has passed through so much mist. These scattered memories are like broken beads, and the lost one is the most precious. Who is the hidden gem in the ocean, and who is the last waiting for. Who can persevere in uncompromising true love until the end, and who can ultimately shake whom. Flowers are blooming in mid-summer, and with missed seasons, where will the true love of watching go? In the end, how will she choose between loving and being loved? Will the loosened hand tighten again? In the painful choice, where will she go? With tears in my eyes, will there ever be a sunny day? Waiting sincerely, the flower that never fades in the season.