Ninety-Seven Nights of Roses

You only need to know that I’ll always be right behind you.

Before I turned eighteen, all I wanted was to take the eighteen-year-old him away.

Loving him became a habit. Even covered in wounds, I still couldn’t forget a thing about him.

I loved you for seven years, but it still couldn’t compare to her saying, "Xia An, I was wrong."

Was he the one at fault? Perhaps it would be enough to silently stay by her side.

When I was nineteen, it seemed as if all the colors had faded. The white roses he loved withered, and he was gone.

Xia An, will you wait for me?

Do you believe there is such a thing as being reborn, or miracles?

She saw him. His smile was still as lovely as ever.