Flying Flowers and Getting Late

Sometimes my memory reminds me of the withered flowers in late summer, which once bloomed brightly and were dazzling. But as time goes by, no matter how beautiful the memory is, it will become the past and become the so-called history. As a result, people will gradually forget their memories and slowly form new memories. This is the law of nature, and it applies to flowers as well as people. Since you can't change it, why not just accept it openly? Don't you know the good and the bad only after you have experienced it? Choose to forgive, because there are too many good things in memory. She chose to leave because the darkness of reality was unbearable for her. Choose to embrace, because of the warm light he gives in the darkness. She just wants to have ordinary happiness. However, reality cruelly deprived her of her extravagant hopes. What exactly is happiness? Is it deception? Is it a lie? Or that once warm hug? His pure heart was slowly eroded by reality, and the woman he loved so much in front of him was betrayed by his dream. Remorse? But he could no longer embrace her. Because once I let go, I had already sentenced this relationship to death. He just looked at her silently, just because he was not qualified. However, seeing her helplessly struggling, he felt pain, heartache. Can you let me love you? Can you let me protect you? He originally thought that everything was within easy reach, but when she appeared in front of him, he realized that he was wrong. It turns out that love can make people so crazy. I'm sorry, but can she still accept it? Flying flowers and getting late, only flowers and smiles...