He looked at the ribbon between his fingers quietly and carefully: simple, light blue, without any decoration.
Only now did he understand that she actually didn't like complicated and colorful clothes or wearing makeup. Although she always wore a bright red pleated peony skirt when she was with him, her soft lips were always dotted with rouge, and she always smiled softly every day. But she doesn't actually like it. What she likes is simple style and light color...
The breeze blows, and the ribbon flutters gently.
How similar, how similar. This is how the ribbon fluttered when she danced for him.
He seemed to see her again, her dance was light and beautiful, she kept spinning and spinning, her skirt flying... Then, he saw her face full of tears, she jumped slightly, and he stretched out his hand urgently... She disappeared, disappeared from his eyes and his world.
He opened his hand, leaving only the ribbon lying quietly in his hand.