Li Bihua once said in Farewell My Concubine, "Remembering once is like shedding the skin once." So if I were a flower, would my skin be petals? If my skin were petals, then every time I recalled it, the petals would fall off. When I recall that time countless times, what is left in the end, is it hollow?
When you were in the Mood for High School, did you love and hate like me? Did you ever think what I thought and do what I did? We were all just a daylily, with its core surrounded by layers of petals. When the petals fell one by one and only the core was left, where would we be carried by the wind and bloom?