It was midsummer, the flowers were blooming and the meaning was getting stronger. She was in her prime, and he was in his prime.
Those pure and transparent years and hazy and quiet feelings are pieced together into a mighty and wanton summer time.
He decided to leave, and the long-cherished wish he left behind was as dim as a shadow.
She suddenly looked back, spent her whole life, and saw the smiling young man at the corner of the blossoming flowers.
He said: "In the fleeting years when loneliness and flowers bloom, we have not missed the best of ourselves."
Time passes easily, flowers bloom and fall, and time is hard to come by. If life is just like the first time we met, then she is willing to wait in this life.