Walking in the green shade of tall kapok, with the summer wind blowing on her face, she couldn't help but chant softly:
The fiery red kapok tree in full bloom
several large flowers
In the early morning, scattered among tree trunks and soil
broken into pieces
Just like you are wearing a red dress
Under the tree, in the wind, dancing gracefully
As if in the morning light
Your tearful eyes look at the lingering branches
I hold one in my hand
Just because I think of it
My lost youth
Light years gone forever
He, the proud man, and her, an ordinary girl, have known each other for ten years and have never crossed paths. They are like two parallel lines going further and further apart. However, things are unpredictable. If they meet again, ten years later, will they still drift apart?