Without you, I will travel around alone and make three or two friends at a certain time and place.
From now on, I will hold others by their sleeves.
If we meet again by chance, we must also learn to greet each other with a smile.
In the season when the fragrance of osmanthus fills the streets, a girl in a sky-blue skirt will always come to the tombstone from early morning until evening.
She has been here this season for 7 consecutive years.
She never speaks. Just touch the writing on the tombstone gently with your hand.
The long black hair flows in the air, as if just to prove the existence of wind.
Where she came from, no one knows. Where she ended up, no one knows.
She brought nothing but a bouquet of lilies.
She took nothing away except tears on her face.
She always comes and leaves alone.
After she leaves, there will always be someone who looks similar to the photo on the tombstone, following the girl's technique and touching the inscription that she caressed.
Finally, he left too.
The wind blows and the leaves turn yellow again.