When the Flowers Bloom, Don't Forget Me

These riotously colorful peach blossoms eventually withered into heartbreak. Beneath the peach-blossom rain that year, whose eyes did the radiant young girl catch, before she learned that longing could become a love that doomed them both? Beneath the fragrant osmanthus and clear moonlight that year, whose plaintive flute music became the dream of a young girl's life? That year... became the broken lines of a poem she wrote. The flowers in Peach Blossom Spring still bloomed in a dazzling sea. The young girl's brilliant smile filled the whole spring with fragrance. Back then, she knew no sorrow or worry; back then, she was innocent and serene, in the bloom of youth. Amid the shower of blossoms, his startled glance fell upon her by chance. A trace of sorrow settled in her azure heart, becoming a feeling that would not fade. Was meeting such a cold, resolute man a blessing or a mistake, fate or torment? When the flowers bloom, do not forget each other; when they fall, do not part. The brilliant peach blossoms opened at the start of the third month, then withered in early summer after a brief flourish. Just like the love between them, a quiet sorrow, carved deep into the heart. The Peach Blossom Rain series: Never Forget When the Flowers Bloom.