The Flowers in the Dream of Spring Have Faded Away

When they met for the first time, they were already close at hand. However, fate made them go in opposite directions and drift apart. "This world is destined to be mine." He looked at her, the emotion in his eyes invisible. ······ That night, she danced for him, with her long sleeves flowing and her figure graceful. Her eyes under the light were full of joy and excitement: "This is the dance I gave you. She said this dance can only be shown to the person you love most. There is only one person, and that person is you." He embraced her in his arms: "In this life, you can only dance for me." That night, she ran in front of him, almost with determination to die: "I said, wherever you go, I will go. I will be with you in life, and I will be with you in death." That night, she was covered with bruises. He held her step by step, very slowly, holding her very lightly with both hands, fearing that the injury would hurt her, but it felt heavy because she was everything to him. Without looking back, he bit his lip and uttered two words: "Massacre." She knew that he wanted to wash away the memories of this city with blood. Too many memories weighed on their hearts, and too much pain left them at a loss. She fell asleep in his arms. That night, he stood in front of her. The porcelain bowl fell from his hand and bloomed on the ground like a flower. A loud and harsh sound pierced the night sky. He looked at her coldly and said in a cold tone: "Is this the result you want to give me?" ······ Many years later, when another person danced this dance again, he saw her gleaming eyes through the dance, but couldn't touch anything when he stretched out his hand. In the pear blossom rain, he seemed to see her, she was still standing there,