A Letter That Only Tells You What's on My Mind

When the begonia fell from his shoulders, the young man copied the Book of Songs and met a green plum. He used the flowers as a promise to "never leave each other". The dried flowers and gold-gilt bookmarks hidden in the notes are letters that can only be sent to you. As time goes by, the rain-beaten brocade box dismantles the promise, the old bookstore turns into a shell of memories, and the cigarette-scarred begonia hides obsessions. Anonymous poem notes convey longings, wedding begonias are sent to reconcile, and in the end, in the sound of reading poems that "there are flowers worth breaking", it is also complete to understand that "the ends of the world are like neighbors". The fragrance of ink is mixed with the scent of crabapple, and all the unsaid thoughts are written into the letter of time, full of oriental romance and tenderness. In these letters, there are too many unspeakable thoughts that cannot be said when facing you - the opening words that were considered repeatedly before meeting you, the concerns secretly written down after separation, and the unspoken "I miss you too" when looking at the same cloud. I'm always afraid that the words will be too shallow when they reach my lips, so I have to fold them into the letter, hoping that you can read them when you open them: Those unspoken pauses and unfinished sentences are all the tenderness I hide between the lines, and I only hope you will understand.