The gardenias were in full bloom in the summer when they first met. She limped into his eyes with a cane and lived in his heart; she held a pen and wrote his name one stroke at a time, carving it into her own heart. Later, because of a misunderstanding, they moved eastward and westward, becoming strangers with no intersection. When we meet again, he is already far away, and she also understands that not all her thoughts will be echoed. If they could turn back time, I hope God would give them the power to tell the secret that was deep in their hearts that year.
Intention: miss and regret