It was just a mistake for her to meet him.
When he meets him, it will be a disaster.
But they still met, in that early summer when all the flowers were withering. She felt slightly sad, and he stopped and said nothing.
Suddenly, he looked at the weak and pitiful tea flower in the corner. The slender and stubborn white color resembled her little back.
He was young and frivolous, so he pointed at the flower and said nonchalantly: "Are you sad... Even if those flowers have withered, they will bloom again next year."
He pretended to be cool: "Besides, there is a flower here that doesn't know how to wither. It's just as stupid as you."
She lowered her eyes for a moment, pondered for a moment, and finally felt relieved.
So he smiled and said: I love that flower and always love its beauty. Now that I am separated, I always feel sad.
She nodded and sighed: If the one I love is lost, I will always be sad.
She looked back and asked: What about you? Is there anything you love too?
He shook his head heartlessly. She was noncommittal, whatever.
How can someone like you know how to be sad?
In the end, he realized it later.
When she met him, she made a lifelong mistake. When he meets her, he will never recover. It's just laughable that what he said that day came true - she really went so early, so early, just at the desolate time when the tea flowers were in bloom.
It was midsummer when he met her. She said goodbye to him at the time of autumn. After all, it is just a story about a short summer in memories.
He thought: Maybe he also knows how to be sad.
He thought: maybe she loves him.
——Thousands of lovesickness, all paid to the sound of separation.