The osmanthus tree outside the window gently picked the most fragrant flowers on its body, and let the flowers fall quietly among the pages of the young man's book. Maybe I can only stay in a certain chapter of your life like a quiet sweet-scented osmanthus. Even if I am just a vase under someone else's roof, even if I am just a silent cohabitant passing by in your life, I want to hide in your memories, let you get used to me, become your subconscious, and even share life with you.
However, putting aside those greedy things, I hope most that you can inadvertently smell my fragrance when picking up trivial matters at night.
Yi Rou×Jiang Mu
Intention:. . . Meaningless essay