The wind quietly blew through the treetops, and the cherry blossoms were flying along with the fallen leaves. The sound of water waves is like a "ding-dong", followed by ripples. The two people stood opposite each other under the tree, with pink petals falling on them, exaggerating their ambiguous feelings.
"Axue, we meet again, it's been several years..."
"Well, about... Three years..."
"Then... Axue... What happened three years ago... We..."
"Well, actually Zhuo, maybe I would have agreed three years ago, but now, I'm sorry."
"Axue..."
"Zhuo, have you heard that sentence? 'If you chase for a long time, your heart will get tired.' Zhuo, I have almost no strength. We have missed it and can't go back."
Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other.
When I woke up, I realized that we were intimate.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
—— Tagore's "Birds"
However, the past was like a nightmare.