I seem to remember that during the rainy season, I placed chrysanthemums next to your grave. Do you still remember? When we first met, lavender blocked my sight and you were holding an umbrella. It was on the eve of Qingming Festival and you had just transferred to another school. ''The man was very handsome, kneeling in front of the tomb, crying, but it's a pity that you are no longer here.
''I remember, I still remember. ''A wisp of soul hugged him from behind and passed through his body. Unfortunately, you couldn't hear it. Where the remaining soul shed tears, small flowers bloomed one after another. ''If possible, I want to love you again. ''
(Don't be fooled by the beginning. This is a heartwarming article about rebirth. Qing Shui, I've already thought about the ending. It's the man who realizes that he has had a dream, and he has always been there.)