In the world, there is a kind of love that is lost, and that is pain;
In the world, there is a kind of love that is lost, and that is relief.
Someone has said that June is the season of farewell, and farewell comes when gardenias bloom——
This season the air is always filled with the smell of gardenia, which is strong and lingers for a long time...
She is a ghost from the future, floating silently in this strange world. She was born in early June and ended in late June.
Just like a gardenia, even if it is no longer there, its traces will never fade away...