Spring comes with sunlight and vitality; all things are reborn.
How am I supposed to understand the meaning of our two flower names?
Someone said the two of us came from the same flower.
Zhang Zhe
A long-haired man with a mole at the corner of his eye.
His style is so strange. He always ties his long hair into a low ponytail and tucks a black shirt into black wide-leg suit pants.
A Dior belt, a Dior saddle bag. I think Balenciaga suits him better.
He says he's an artist, and speaks with a depth no one else can understand.
But he loves esports, which doesn't fit his artist identity at all. Still, he often says, "Since my limbs work just fine, I always hope no one gets hurt."
I don't understand him, but he says he likes me.
He started pursuing me, hurting when I hurt and loving what I love.
We got together.
Then we broke up.
Two years later, we met again without warning. He wanted to ask me for an answer.
I said, "Two years ago, Buddha's answer to me was to let go. My answer to you now is also to let go."
Truthfully, I had no idea what letting go meant. Then he left.
Before leaving Hang City, he said, "See you next time."
I slowly replied, "Okay."
From then on, that mountain gradually disappeared.
I never saw another mountain like it again.
A mountain like you, for whom would you ever stir up such a commotion?
Theme: I find the green hills so enchanting
