Beneath the dappled shadows of midsummer trees, little things and the scent of flowers filled her youth. Lin Sheng thought she might have fallen for someone. To her, he was the whole summer. She liked him, liked him so much, but that boy's heart didn't belong to her.
This secret came with the light, so let it hide in the light, hide in the wind, and tell no one.
They say that if you've tried your best, you have no regrets. But she still couldn't accept it. You belong to another rose, and I would gladly wither away. The boy in her memories faded like a breeze during that midsummer of youth, and so did her 1,470 days.
Theme: Anything that isn't right for you was never going to work out from the start.
