When the sunflowers are still blooming and falling in the monsoon, when the lonely camphor and sycamore leaves scattered all over the ground are still dripping with traces of our passing, when we still like to look at the sunset and think quietly... Then who hurriedly confesses, exaggerating the separated years one after another.
We once restrained our madness and were trapped in the campus day after day. We once lay on the edge of boredom and pain and listened to the slow flow of time. We once rebelled and indulged uninhibitedly and squandered the vitality of youth. The bells submerged into the forgotten corners, and the walls faded quietly under the sunlight. It once felt like the days were like years, but one day I discovered that three years actually passed quickly. We sang sadness and joy in the songs of youth.
Many people appear in life and influence and change us. Those emotions have touched and saddened us, or family ties, friendships or love, but some important people quickly disappear and become painful memories in life. The person who told me sad stories left me sad and turned away. I tried hard to pursue a free and happy life but taught me to be a sad person.
One day the blue sky turns black and gray, one day the ordinary steps become heavier and heavier, one day suddenly there is a reason to give up dreams and love, one day the people who thought they would never leave quietly leave...
So you also go away.
Those flowers that bloom in summer are submerged in the black tide, and the stories of those flowers in the rainy season are blown away in the wind of the passing years. Maybe they will be mentioned again one day, maybe never again.