I searched desperately for what I lost in those years, but the result was only a bleak future. No, never, I don't want to bear the burden of the passing years, and I don't want to bear the responsibility of the person I missed in those years.
In the flower season of that year, he and she talked about holding hands and looking at each other until they grow old; when parting turned into farewell, she waited hard just for a promise.