They walked side by side until a moment, some moved forward and some stayed. The scenery ahead is just right, and those who leave will not look back, but what is left behind, besides memories, is only the back.
It turns out that longing is more poignant than love. In the end, no one has gained it and no one has lost it, so there is no I love you, no farewell, no sorry. Only she stands there, looking at the man's back, wishing him flowers all the way.
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