Youth Never Ends

I keep dreaming of that year when the white peonies bloomed. You stood behind me, watching as I tossed the flowers into the sky, grinning radiantly. The sky was so blue then, and we were so innocent. We thought we'd never part, never leave that sea of white flowers. After we left, we each met different people, saw different sights, and lived through different things. Only gradually did we realize that the person we first met was the one we'd been searching for all along. When we met again in that sea of white flowers, our youthful innocence had long since faded. But thankfully, time remained, our youth remained, and you remained. Whether it's ten years or twenty, we mustn't miss each other again.