We are like the image of an inverse proportional function, one is desperately close, the other is unmoved, infinitely close, but never intersecting. The flower language of lavender is waiting for love, but he can't wait because he fell in love with the clouds in the sky, which he can't touch or catch. A gust of breeze blew away the clouds. Soon, the wind was about to leave, but the clouds could not be retained and were blown back over the lavender. Lavender could only try its best to comfort the clouds. The clouds were very moved, but lavender still could not touch the clouds and could only wait for the day when the clouds turned into sweet rain and fell.
Intention: If you can't wait, don't wait any longer.