After a cold and then warm autumn, the apple trees with fallen leaves in the courtyard are covered with small pale peach flowers.
Kicked out of the warm paradise, Ping Ping looked at the sparse flowers, her heart filled with sadness. Her life was warm and then cold, and her heart was shattered by the impact.
The flowers didn't bloom according to the season, but her heart withered...
Absolute pain enveloped the entire world, and the boundless sky was filled with myriad shapes;
Staring at the stars in silence every night turned into a mournful cry among the rustling leaves on a rainy July night, gnawing at my heart.
The pain of growing up overnight was only slowly felt in later years, and I struggled to escape from exhaustion. However, the stars will still watch in the sky, the morning light will still come, and time is like the rolling waves, stirring up joy and sorrow.