"He passed away."
A text message in the early morning tore apart sixty years of dusty memories. The early autumn when he was 16, the surprising glimpse of the physics competition class, the masks and novels secretly stuffed into his desk when the school was closed due to the epidemic... Those moments that he thought had been forgotten suddenly came to life before the eyes of the seventy-six-year-old Hua Qingling.
She was once a speck of dust in his life, but he became Loulan in her heart.
"Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" is a love letter that spans half a century, about the unspoken "Do you like me" when you were young, the joking "Have you seen the circle of friends before" when they reunited at the age of 28, and the song "Little Lucky" that suddenly sounded on the 76-year-old school anniversary.
Intention: When I was sixteen, I thought our story would be like the song, with falling flowers and flowing water, and eventually becoming a landscape. It wasn't until I received the news of his death at the age of seventy-six that I realized that I had some regrets and that even time could not do anything about it. The most painful thing in the world is not not being able to love me, but that when I finally had the courage to say those words, you will never hear them again.