I looked at the man under the tree, and the man was standing under the tree, in the void where the petals were scattered, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand outstretched, as if to catch the falling flowers

However, he never grasped a single petal, only one petal slid through his fingertips.

What I saw was the back of that person, dressed in green clothes, feeling very lonely, at this time, he turned around, I saw his face, his brows were furrowed very tightly, and his eyes always felt tears rippling, and he was stunned, what did he lose to have that expression.

Unable to ask for it, he reached out to grab the dying petals, but failed.

I could feel his mood, or rather, I might have the same mood as him, and I couldn't ask for it, and I felt myself choked, my eyes blurred, his shadow blurred, but there was a singing voice in my ears

"The flowing water is as clear as if it does not carry half a grain of sand, and the predecessor is left upstream to be weathered.

But that day, passing by the dam, the slanting sun flashed again

Encounter a falling flower

Encountering is like hugging a favorite home, and life is not too fairytale-like

If the story is shorter than this May sunset, there is no need to be surprised

Flowing water is very clear about the responsibility of cherishing flowers, and the real identity is just to send it

If this trip is happy, it will be a good life

The water droplets evaporate and turn into white clouds, and the petals fall downstream to take root

Faintly intersected and did not leave a mark"

I heard every word very clearly, and I couldn't help but feel an emotion, this song is telling a story, singing it once, and the emotions attached to some kind of memory are staged once, but my memories are blank, and the emotions left behind are unusually strong.

Who is this person and why is he in such a similar mood. If you can't ask for it, if you lose it, you will all fail and return to zero.

I wanted to go up and comfort the familiar stranger, I wanted to sit up, but I didn't have the strength, I couldn't move, I tried harder, but I still couldn't get up.

I looked at that back with tears in my eyes, but I couldn't move, he was not far away, but I couldn't get over it, I felt sadness, guilt, anger, unusually strong and deep emotions, as if it had accumulated for a long time, like a volcano that had been silent for a hundred years.

I cried louder and louder, trying to vent this strong feeling, but no matter how much I cried, the feeling still lingered. I cried for a long time, kept wiping away my tears, I had to look at him, from howling to sobbing, to when I had no strength, my hazy eyes were still looking at him, the petals were scattered like snow in a crystal ball, he was still so lonely, but I was tired, very tired, really, really tired, and I finally closed my eyes and my eyes were dark.

When I opened my eyes again, it was pitch black, but I could still feel the exhaustion from crying, the moistness of my eyes, and the pain in my throat from howling.

I sighed and felt a little thirsty, and slowly, the darkness before me made me groggy, and with exhaustion, I closed my eyes again, and this time, I saw nothing more, and fell into a deep sleep until dawn. When I woke up, I was in my own room, lying on my own bed, covered with a thin quilt, and my laptop was closed and placed on my desk.

My mom told me that when she came to my room last night and found me asleep and my laptop still open, she helped me cover the quilt, close the laptop, and turn off the light.

She said that I slept so well last night, and called me out to watch TV in the living room for a long time but no one answered, and when I went to the room, I saw that I was sleeping.

I still remember, I did yoga meditation last night, and then, later, but what happened later, I just remember that the female voice said that I went to one, somewhere, I, did I go?

Close your eyes and think hard! I can't remember it.