Flowers bloom in midsummer, my only thought is of your well-being.

 Flowers bloom in midsummer, my only thought is of your well-being

. There are many beautiful sentiments in this world. I know there's no luck like finding someone unexpectedly after searching high and low; I know there's no unwavering determination like growing thinner and thinner for her; I know there's no heartbreaking love like a poem of past sorrows, a love unspoken by the beloved.

Even though some things aren't so beautiful, I remain steadfast. So many things are beyond our control, the road ahead is long and arduous.

After leaving, I told myself so many things, but words used to comfort others can't ultimately comfort myself. This wounded city, filled with bitterness, a city without you is sorrowful.

Thank you for meeting me, bringing the warmest afternoon sun, the brightest stars at night, everything was so beautiful! In that unfamiliar city, I'm grateful to have met you, yet as you said, why did it take so long to meet you? I don't understand why, when my return ticket was tucked inside a book, I had only just met you. Our meeting was too slow, our acquaintance too short; every word and smile is worth treasuring with time. You were right. This separation might mean seeing each other again, or perhaps never again, but I will still think of you, I will remember you. Yes, I still think of you, I remember you. It's just that I haven't listened to your songs in a long time; perhaps, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself

. When those little scenes from our time together slowly replay in my mind, I realize how time flies, how much time has passed, and how I can no longer feel your presence. If anyone can evoke those feelings again, it must be because I've met you again

. I've thought about going back to find you. Whether it's now or after graduation isn't a problem, but I wonder if it would bother you, if it would upset you. Actually, she's really good, and she really deserves your kindness. Although I don't know much about your story, the sadness she wrote on your message board, the sorrow in your posts, always reveal glimpses of your past. Actually, you're both very nice. I've also had some private contact with her; she's a very lively and cheerful girl, a really good one. So, I'm not surprised by what happened to you later; I'm actually quite accepting of it. That's good, isn't it?

Flowers bloom in midsummer, my only thought is of you.

Friends say, perhaps you're just an interlude in my life, but I'm sorry, I really wanted to cherish you for a lifetime. Yes, if letting go were so easy, how wonderful. Perhaps, even with all the charm in the world, there will always be someone who holds a special place in their heart .

I'll carve out a space for myself, and after leaving, I'll like someone, yes, like someone.

After parting, I've written many words, and published some, but I've never mentioned that one word I unintentionally mentioned again. It doesn't matter, thank you for that summer of 2014, that silent summer, it was so happy. My thoughts of you remain unchanged.

That year the flowers bloomed beautifully, thankfully I met you; that year the flowers bloomed late, thankfully, I had you. Meeting you for the first time felt like meeting an old friend.

Flowers bloom and then wither, people come and then go, when will we meet again...? Well

, no one knows when we'll meet again. Maybe we'll meet tomorrow, maybe we'll never meet again.

Even so, I only wish that our meetings will have a time, and our partings will have a time. Wherever you are, I only wish you well.

One year apart

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