The rose remains in midsummer,
From then on, he spent a century remembering that flower;
The warm currents of the Atlantic Ocean cannot reach the claustrophobic tower,
The winds of Godric's Hollow cannot reach the isolated tomb;
The young man running wantonly at the foot of the mountain cannot outrun the quicksand of time.
A hundred years later, he
Greet death with a smile and share the scars of the past;
The pen in the pavilion is lifted and the red hair is lowered, and the words are written eloquently,
When he was dying, he heard a wonderful story left by people about him:
"Both my love and I perished in the tower,
You and your heart are both in midsummer. "
After this,
Why not on another great adventure,
I got the answer I had been waiting for for half a century.
Two children who have experienced all the vicissitudes of life too early hit it off.
A summer of confusion and infatuation,
A century of ineffability.
Commemorating his most painful day to the world...
Purpose: I hope to tell everyone their story