He said, Annan, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
Wait until the spring flowers are everywhere, wait until the ever-burning lamp no longer lights up... It goes on for centuries. Even the ice and snow of that year melted into water, trickling and condensed into the Looking Up River.
"I don't want to become a human anymore, Annan." Tears fell lightly, like stars falling into the sea, and everything was silent.
At that time, there was always a young man wearing a cat-shaped mask who came to him with a handful of fragrant osmanthus and gently poured the flowers into his hands.
"Look, this is your favorite osmanthus."
"My favorite too."
The faint fragrance lingered on him for a long time...
Later, the boy in his memory went to the battlefield, and he no longer looked that soft and weak. Mature and stable, but couldn't accompany him.
"I'm leaving, Annan." He just left without looking back.
When he returned to his hometown again, the man had turned into bones...
He didn't know how much that person missed him, and even though he couldn't bear it anymore, he still wanted to see him one last time.
What's even remotely possible? He would come back to hold him and coax him.
Feed him sweet-scented osmanthus cake and wear a scarf on him.
"What I care about is that you are willing to be nice to me."
Maybe that way, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. His heart ached like it was exploding, blood spurted out, and he was about to suffocate.
It's a pity that he didn't get to see him until the end.
"I miss you so much, do you remember me?"
"Are you worried about me leaving you for a moment?"
"Hahaha."
He laughed so hard that his heart broke, but he was helpless.
What can he do with the person he likes?
He was hurt, and he felt distressed.
It hurt, and what hurt even more was his heart.
"Tell me, how can I stop loving you..."
I don't know how many years have passed, but a soul has been begging under the osmanthus tree in the temple for a whole century...
As the clouds returned and the flowers drifted in the wind, Stru hugged an osmanthus tree and said, "It turns out that the warmth of the world really cannot withstand the snow in the sky."
When it wants to fall, it falls. When it leaves, it has no intention of returning.
"Annan, you can blame me."
"You can hit me and scold me."
His eyelashes were frozen, but he hummed softly, "I'm most afraid that you won't want me..."
"As long as you are by my side, that is the best."
He grabbed a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus and said, "Because..."
"I just want to grow old with you."
Intention: It's hard for people to come back when they leave, but I hope that the love in the world will not be exhausted, the love will be deep and the fate will not be shallow.