I once thought that if we had not met each other, would we have lived for another person until the flowers fell and were shattered...
That year, I met you by chance when the gardenias were in full bloom.
That year, for the first time, I felt confused about my future.
In that year, I am willing to wait for you in the next life.
…
That year, I was thirteen years old.
"If there is no fate, why do millions of sentient beings in the vast world meet me only?
Somehow, it seemed like it was destined.
If there is a fate, when the gardenia flowers are in full bloom, I will look at the sky blankly and be speechless.
I can only lament the passage of time sadly.
Who warmed whom?
Who is lonely?
Season after season reincarnation,
One silence after another, the years are like running water.
Things are people but not..."