I (Ji Nanshi) collected a box full of glass candy wrappers, candy wrappers from you.
Fold it into a bouquet of roses so that you can stop by my side.
Unfortunately, the wind gently blows the candy paper as thin as cicada wings, and the fantasy is like the tiny light reflected from it, colorful and fragmented.
I (Wen Yule) carry lollipops of different flavors in my pocket. I never give them to others, I keep them all for you.
It's a pity that the lollipop can't speak and can't convey my love to you on my behalf. I have passed by the flower shop at the intersection several times, and the flowers are so bright and colorful, but I always feel that they are not half as good as your bouquet of roses.
Later, the glass candy paper reflected by the flowing light no longer wrapped the lollipop you gave me, but the bitter youth became scattered lights in the long ocean of memories.
Purpose: To commemorate the unspoken love
