You Said You Wanted Me to Forget You

Six years ago, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was in bloom. That day, you and I stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was refreshing. You hugged me gently and said, "I want to be with you." Six years later, we returned to the same place again and found that the osmanthus trees had been cut down long ago. You sighed: "Some things can never be found again." I was puzzled. You looked at me seriously for a long time. After a long time, you hugged me for the last time: "She is back. Thank you for these six years, forget me." Some things are not that they can never be found again, but that they have never been owned. You said you wanted me to forget you. OK, I wish you peace but not happiness.