At the other end of the strip, it is a sad place of fate.

There is a flower shop there.

Delicate and charming roses hide in the ocean of flowers, lonely and speechless, responding to my sadness.

I walked alone through the long streets and past the roses.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

All shall be well, Jack shall have Jill. There are lovers on the long street.

I am the soul of a past life, wandering in the long street, which is not where I should come.

Rose looked up at me, and I could feel its sadness.

If the rose has reincarnation, this one should be the one I gave you.

I can't forget those eyes when I first met you.

Gentle and bright, wake up my past thoughts.

My love, dear, my lover in previous lives.

This is a fateful meeting.

I know that such an encounter will not fade away easily with the passage of time.

What I owe you in my last life will take me a lifetime to pay it back.

I watched it with you all night. Walking in the long street, I suddenly want to send you a rose.

Maybe it's an unfinished wish in a previous life.

Please wait a moment, turn around and run to the other end of the strip, the flower shop.

The female boss greeted me warmly, and a naughty little girl pulled her mother's skirt from behind and stole a look at me.

"Rose? How much is it? "

I put my finger up. "one."

Yes, I just want one.

I don't believe in eternity. Nothing in this world is eternal. Therefore, I disdain the meaning represented by colorful. In my opinion, such deliberately imposed romance is superficial and pitiful.

A rose is enough for you.

I owe you this in my last life.

You took the rose, thanked it lightly, and then became silent.

Isn't that what you wanted in your last life?

Have all romantic vows melted into reincarnation?

In the all-night movie, the suitors performed an artificial meeting to know each other. But how can it be compared with my love after reincarnation and my deep-rooted acacia?

Will eventually become running water.

You sit in the box next door.

Separated by a wall, it's like reincarnation.

We are no longer contemporaries. I still have attachment to my previous life, but you have long forgotten it.

Early in the morning, step out of the screening hall.

Your other hand was carrying your small backpack in your pocket, but you didn't see the rose I gave you.

You forgot.

My chest is empty.

My heart, together with that rose, was forgotten by you in a dark corner.

"Do you want flowers?"

The girl selling flowers stood in front of me.

How time flies. I remember seeing her as a naughty little girl beside her mother at first, and suddenly she was so big.

"No, I just want a little memory."

I pulled out a rose just like the one I gave you the second time. "Please help me tie it up."

The girl looked at me doubtfully, but she didn't speak after all. Lower your head, cut off the extra stems and wrap them carefully.

She has black hair, just like the wisps of hair you used to fly.

I don't know whether your forgetting is intentional or unintentional.

I am eager to know, but I don't ask you.

Don't beg you, at least there are some sweet fantasies in your heart; Yes, I'm afraid I'll lose my last courage

I finally decided to give you a second rose.

The first one was returned to you by me in my previous life.

The second one is from me in this world to you in this world.

Almost four years. My long-standing indifference will give you more reasons to refuse me.

Several friends met and took a walk in that long street.

I'll hand you the roses I've prepared for a long time.

You took it lightly, but you didn't thank him.

"Roses have thorns!"

You gave an exaggerated sigh.

Then carefully break off each thorn with your hand, and break it very hard, as if to break down the door of layers of protection outside my soft atrium and wantonly trample my sadness.

A rose without a thorn either loves more truly or hurts more deeply.

"Alas, what a beautiful flower ..." The boys in the same trade make fun of you.

You chase him, jump up, hit him on the head with the flowers in your hand, and hit him hard.

Unprotected roses are too fragile to stand a little harm, your heartlessness.

Petals flying, deep red as snow.

The unbearable bud landed on the long street.

I picked it up like I picked up my broken heart.

I can also tell myself that you didn't forget it on purpose four years ago.

But this time, please forgive me, I can't find a reason.

"Here, the memory you want."

The flower girl looked at me with a wrapped rose in her hand.

Probably just spilled water, and the water drops on the petals want to go and stay.

Those are the tears of roses.

I put up with it for four years, and today I finally dropped it.

"Thank you."

I know I still can't forget you, as long as the roses in this world can still symbolize love.

A transparent and sad tear fell vertically into the mud under the action of gravity, and the original integrity was broken into pieces. Surrounded by cold and darkness, tears struggled in the mud and sought relief.

The underground undercurrent accepted it, and the tears swam slowly in the smooth ups and downs. But it's still dark around, even if there is light.

The undercurrent flows into the sea, which is a cruel environment. This is the site of huge waves and strong winds. Tears are a little scared, but I don't want to die. They just want to survive in the sea.

The sun saw the tears and shone on them with its light. Slowly, the tears changed from liquid to gas and floated to the place where the angel flew. With the breeze, tears feel that everything is so beautiful, as if in a dream.

Beauty is short-lived, there are always clouds gathering in the sky, and tears can't help falling to the ground slowly. Gently floating to the center of a lotus leaf, back to the complete past, a drop of crystal water.

Cai and the boy saw the tears and were attracted by their charm. The boat rowed slowly to one side. A tear of happiness slipped from the eyes of young people and mixed with tears of sadness, a simple and cordial fusion.