I Thought It Was Just Right

She picked up the pen and couldn't help but recall the past with him. There were many things she wanted to say to him but didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, she wrote two lines on the paper: With you, flowers bloom; I wish you peace for the rest of your life. When he saw the note she wrote, he smiled, but the smile was bitter, helpless, and sad. Without her, how could he be peaceful for the rest of his life?