"The phone you dialed has been turned off..."
The breeze gently lifted the fine hair on the young man's forehead, and the hand that was playing with the cornflowers dropped down, as if he didn't know what to do. In the end, he just sighed and raised his hand, and the cornflowers began to flutter in the wind.
There is sadness in the drifting.
The young man remembered the bright eyes and fine hair of someone he met that year.
The face seemed to gradually become clearer. The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it, but he hesitated and pulled back his hand in the next second, and his beautiful pupils also dimmed.
It seems like all the light has been lost.