The pear blossoms are gone in search of spring, and old friends only come together in dreams.
A story full of regretful supporting characters in someone else's happy story. A story about ordinary people who are not so kind and beautiful, but not so bad either. A story about a princess who was once proud but later collapsed, bound by her own "faults" until her obsession consumed her life.
"This spring dream is not that spring dream"
I wrote a short story a long time ago and put it in the almanac at the bottom of the box. I took it out to dry.
Many of the plot settings are outdated from the current perspective, and the thinking may not be mature enough, but the good and the bad are all me. Only with yesterday's shortcomings can we grow today.
I just wanted to write a supporting role in someone else's story.
Writing time record: 20180829
Intention: The past cannot be pursued