Spring is in full bloom and the flowers are awash in color.
There is no luxury of Chanel, no glamor of Miss Monroe, no experience of Robinson Crusoe...
Our ordinary lives, ordinary encounters, ordinary intersections, ordinary acquaintances, ordinary extraordinary...
We met in that hot summer, and we separated in this hot summer.
It is early spring, more delicate than spring, refreshing than summer, moister than autumn, and warmer than winter.
As I walked, I seemed to have forgotten to appreciate the scenery along the way and then reached the end.
But, stay with me all the way.
I don't know if after many years, when my eyes slowly closed, what lingered in my mind was still each other.
Do you still remember the greenness and sweetness of early spring...