This is a very simple story
That year when the begonia flowers bloomed, the girl in her prime fell in love with him.
So I decided to pursue him, but when I knew his intentions, I backed down. I didn't dare to face him. I was afraid to face him, so I chose to escape.
In this story, I am a loser. I don't have the courage to ask him who he likes.
So the begonia flowers withered and their story ended.
Mission: youthful and courageous to move forward