On the street, flowers bloom, white clothes, young people, everything is as it was back then.
At the age of 6, a unique boy broke into her life, and they cried and laughed together; at the age of 15, the childish teasing turned into a boy's blush; at the age of 17, he had long lost his childish appearance, and a grand confession quietly kicked off...
When the flowers fall, will I see you again?
Intention: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time