Haitang is still gone. I once remembered that when I was young, the wind blew in front of my door, and the begonia flowers were in bloom. You held my hand and watched the flowers fall. Today, the wind is still blowing in front of the door, but the old friend from back then is nowhere to be seen. A long wind passed by, and the blossoming begonias were blown down. A lonely figure sat on the tall crabapple tree. The figure's owner's long hair was blown up by the wind and became messy. The long wind blew down the blossoming begonias and messed up the long hair of the figure's owner, but it could not blow away the endless sadness of the figure and the loneliness in the empty room behind the man.
Intention: The flowers are still blooming, but the people are leaving. It is not like it used to be. Keep it and cherish it.