The pear blossoms finally bloomed in full bloom throughout the spring, spreading their whiteness all the way. At the end of the path, I seemed to see Ji Yang's smile again, and heard the sounds of Lu Qingchen and Ji Qianli playing. These warmth, bravery, dreams, faith, love and never giving up are forever engraved in the past. Time did not wait for us to preserve these beautiful pictures, and left everything behind and passed away. Those who should leave leave, and those who should sink sink. Tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for others to see.
After waiting for the first spring, the second spring. Until the end, he still believed in the existence of hope - even if the innocence of the year was replaced by blood, death, and sin. Shadows are scabs formed by human sins. The light of falling snow dimly illuminates the scattered and vague hope, and I see the first ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds. Hope is born out of despair, isn't it?
In the spring of the tenth year, when Ji Yang stood at the end of the path again, watching the pear blossoms flying, he had already changed. The sunrises and sunsets we once watched together, the surging waves we once heard together, the trees we planted together have long turned into a dense emerald green, and the place we once studied together has long been eroded by the winds of time.
You, stand in front of me. Standing so close, it feels like I can reach out and touch the memories that are still fresh in you - but everything, everything is the furthest distance away. Never arrives.