That day was his birthday, blood overflowed from the wound on his wrist, and he closed his eyes forever in my arms.
Since then, every September someone will bring a bunch of lisianthus to the place called "Jianxi Lake". People always ask, where do you go and what do you do there? They always shook their heads in silence. Maybe they commemorate the age when they could be ignorant, or they may be remembering the regret that I said to you the words "I love you" that have been buried in my heart for more than ten years but you left me forever.
"Jian hope, you said you like lisianthus, but the flowers haven't bloomed yet, so you'll never see them again."
Intention: Positive and optimistic