That spring, Jian Yi was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. She should have been running on the playground like her peers, but instead she lay in a dark ward and spent her days like years. She thought her life would end so hastily, but Jiang Yan's appearance was a beam of light in her dark corridor. When the young man saw clearly his turbulent love and was about to speak it out, she never had the chance to hear it again.
Winter was long and harsh, but Jiang Yan's appearance made Jian Yi feel warmer and warmer. I think that when I have the courage to live again one day and can pick up the life that has been destroyed by this unfair fate, then I will be qualified to stand side by side with you.
When the flowers fall, but the water never flows out, everything in the world is inherently unbalanced, and I am walking alone, who should remember me.
One day time will wipe out all traces of my time in this world. At that time, how will I prove my existence?
This time, the evening wind was still blowing, his hair was still fluttering, and the waves were still rolling, but there was no one around him anymore.
Time flies so fast, remember to say some things as early as possible.
The paper plane flies away. Like a white dove in the clouds, soaring freely. May it bring you news.
"It's a pity that this is the first winter we spend together, and it's also the last one. "
The flowers bloom and fall, the mountains and rivers are fine, the only thing I will never forget is the time I spent with you.
——So, I learned to wait, waiting for a vague response.
The end of every winter is the warmth of spring.
Then spring came, cicadas chirped in summer, leaves fell in autumn, and the tide rose again and again.
He suddenly understood that early spring was just that moment.
A moment can be remembered for thousands of years.
After all, Mount Fuji couldn't hold back the cherry blossoms that were about to fall, and they fell silently.
He asks us to accept the meaning of passing away and to leave our expectations until next spring.
It's a new spring again, and I will wait here every spring from now on, waiting for you to fulfill your promise one day.
Intention: Death is not the end of life, forgetting is