She spent ten years enjoying, experiencing, and burying her love.
When did that delicate and gentle man enter her world and make the wish and vow to "hold her hand and grow old together with her"?
When will those wishes and vows from her youth fade out of her world and become in vain with his departure?
Those colorful and messy bubbles. When will it be imprinted in her memory and become stronger and more permanent?
I don't know when fate will have its next whim; but I know that when summer refuses to come, then she must be waiting for the lavender to bloom...