Story of boy and girl:
I once imagined that if we met on the bus next time, I would sit quietly with you in the same car. Maybe I would be lucky enough to sit next to you, maybe I would be far away from you. I don't expect or can expect that I can have an impact on your life, or even make you as happy as before. I just hope to use this candy to bring you a little bit of sweetness, just like how you warmed me in the past.
But I never imagined that we have such a tacit understanding that even the candy tastes the same.
Intention: Our origins may be barren in a small alley like flowers, and we may often feel lonely like flowers, but the meaning of growth lies in discovery, discovering the sorrow of separation, the joy of reunion, and the sweetness of love; like flowers, we discover the tenderness of the people around us and the happiness that is always by our side. And experience the tenderness of flowers, and in the process, discover your own tenderness.