Where Do the Shadows of Faces Under the Flowers Go?

I will wait quietly under the flowers, waiting for you to return to me. We meet by chance, time and fate lock you and me together; flowers bloom and fall, and time and passing years cruelly separate you and me. Finally, finally, continuously. Play a piece of memory, play a piece of separation, pass it lightly, and give it to you quietly. In a person's life, there will always be that one person who you will remember forever and never forget. If you count every bit of the past, you will find that he has already occupied your memory. Yeying, you have already occupied my memory.