Flowers fall, tears fall like rain.
She vaguely remembered the warmth of his palm and the lingering voice. In those memories, even if her world never has color, she will still be the princess sitting on the top of the Ferris wheel of happiness.
It's a pity that the subway is ruthless, whizzing by, leaving only the sentence: We will always be together... Then there is the silence of the world and the red flowers blooming under the train.
A year later she saw him, with such an unforgettable appearance. Little did he know that it wasn't him, and it never would be. Because of the resemblance in face, it becomes a tragedy of love. Because of the resemblance in face, it became a tragedy of betrayal.
Her life experience was also bizarre, as was his death. Being implicated in her life experience. She regretted it, but she couldn't exchange for his life.
Choosing between the two boys who loved her, one of them died in the snowy mountains and the other lost his memory.
She chose to face life with a smile and no longer caused troubles and disasters to others.
A year later, she smiled and waved to the people who loved her and said, goodbye!
Looking back, falling, the red flowers under the train are dazzlingly red...