I looked around on the street at night, and after falling ten thousand times, I got up and met you. Then my confused footsteps had a direction, and later I felt that all the good things in the world were very similar to you.
At that time, the sun was shining brightly, the wind was blowing slowly, and it was wrapped in the fragrance of flowers. I recited it in a low voice without telling my heart.
At the end of the story, the green plums withered, the cicadas no longer chirped, the scorching sun was no longer hot, and we no longer met.
Concept: Not every encounter has an ending, but every encounter has meaning.