The story takes place in Lingcheng, where "ling" means tomb.
The flowers in the tomb are bright because of the abundant fertilizer, so the tomb is a garden.
We are flowers in the garden. When we were young, we loved others and were loved by others.
We treat the people we love as treasures, and we use all our scheming and tactics to do so.
We have ignored, been indifferent, and trampled on those who love us.
In Lingcheng in the story, you are Chen Shuang, you are Guo Xi, you are Qinghe, and you are Hongzhi.
In the real garden, I am Hongzhi, I am Qinghe, I am Guo Xi, and I am Chenshuang.
And in the end, everything—
The budding weak vitality, the blooming splendid years, and the withered desolation all return to the dust sadly.
This journey has passed through the years, through the spring and autumn, and it is not like a youth's journey.