On the bookshelf,
The black hardcover book of "Flower of the Other Shore" was neatly arranged.
Tezuka's slender fingers gently stroked the cover of the book. The words "Flower of the Other Shore" were bright red,
Floating on the cover, against the black background,
Giving people a seductive and charming feeling, rich and passionate.
However, as the author of the book, he was
It was always so faint,
Like the breeze to the falling cherry blossoms,
It was light and shallow without a trace of fireworks, completely inconsistent with her style of work.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the intensity.
Perhaps, she was too used to hiding her emotions, so she couldn't see her passion and only wrote it in the book.
In that world, there was also a her,
But it was a completely different her.
This was no longer a book,
But a real her that could no longer be more real.
But he knew,
No matter which one it was, it was her.
Behind this name, it would always be the same person. No matter how it changed, it would always be the same person.
In this world, there were very few people who knew the identity of the author.
But he had known about it many years ago.
Should he be glad,
A long time ago, she had already told him about it with her own mouth?
Tezuka picked up the book and turned to the counter to pay.
These years, it was as if the cherry blossoms were waiting for the snow. From spring to winter, it was as far away as an indefinite period.
From the cherry blossoms to the falling snow, how many roads would it take to reach the end?
The time that had passed was no longer something that you and I could retrieve.
And from loneliness to a smile, how many calamities would we have to go through before we could be together?
Those who used to be were already far away, no longer belonging to the current you and I.
From spring to winter, it was too far away, as if it was a hundred million light-years of waiting. It was rare to see in this life, so much so that after waiting for so many years, we had never met.
Even if we met, we had already passed the most beautiful years of our lives.
I would rather never meet in this life. Then, in your memory, I will always stay in the most beautiful season, the age of sixteen.
There was no need to look back at the old man after so many years, with gray hair.
In this world, the most painful thing was not that we could not meet in love, but that we were no longer young when we met.
From winter to spring, it was too close, as if we were back to back, so close that we could reach out to each other, but we missed each other.
Even if we met, we could not grasp fate.
In such a short distance, we couldn't walk together.
So Near, Yet So Far.
It was as if their halves would never meet again.
Like the love on both sides of the mirror, the flowers fell to the dust, the ice sealed into sorrow.
You blossomed when I left.
When you blossom, I am gone.
In this world, the saddest thing wasn't that you and I had to wait for each other even though we were in love. It was that we missed each other before we even turned around.
The cherry blossoms could not wait until winter. Their lives were too short.
Spring could not be seen in the snow. Its temperature was too cold.
The cherry blossoms could not wait for Piaoxue, and Piaoxue could not see the cherry blossoms either.
This is the distance between you and me.
Whether it was the cherry blossoms waiting for the snow or the snow waiting for the cherry blossoms, all of this had already passed and was no longer important.
How wonderful would it be if life was just like the first time they met?
They would no longer be entangled by karma, and they would no longer be separated by fate.
"The Red Spider Lily blooms for a thousand years, wilts for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet again.
Love is not cause and effect. Fate dictates life and death. "
When he saw this, Tezuka suddenly had the urge to cry.
He couldn't remember the last time he shed tears.
However, it had been a very long time, so long that he had completely forgotten about it.
Years had passed since then …
If there was someone in his heart that he had been thinking about all these years …
Then, the cherry blossoms would be you …
He couldn't deny that he had been waiting.
From when he was a teenager, he had experienced years that flowed like water, until now, many years later.
He had been so close that even he himself had not realized it.
However, after all these years, he realized that the one he had been waiting for was actually you.
I had already waited, and I had already missed you.
However, you and I were not cherry blossoms, nor were we drifting snow.
There was not a spring or winter between us.
Although we had already missed each other once, we had not grown old yet.
— Can I still believe in you like this?
Then, can I think that we still have a future?
The ending is not set. Can I still find you?
Just within reach, hold on tight to your hand.
And I will never let go again …
The Red Spider Lily, the language of flowers: "Sad memories."
When the flower blooms on the other shore, there is only a ball of fiery red.
The flower blooms without leaves, and the leaves without flowers.
We miss each other, but can't meet.
So many fireworks, in the wind and rain.
So many dreams, in the dust, turned east with the water.
What was seen was extinguished, and what disappeared was remembered.
When it came to the Thistle Flower.
The memories left were just petals on the ground.
When the wind blew away, there was no more …
That night, we met in a dream.
You were a white rootless lotus, and I was a red Red Spider Lily.
You were as pale as snow, and I was as red as blood.
You fell into the water of the Heavenly Mountain Mirror Pond, and I was lonely in the Netherworld.
At that moment, I fell in love with you.
There was no way to escape, no way to escape …
I would always wait.
Three thousand days passed and the stars moved.
You finally grew old, and I still fell.
You came to the ferry, and the dark river in front of you gurgled, and you gave me a faint smile.
My heart was as calm as water, and my heart was as heavy as stone.
I closed the flower branch, and my heart was broken, and my heart was hopeless.
The lingering fragrance of the flowers in my veins is no match for the bitterness of forgetting.
I was still alive …
I had no soul, only a body, but I insisted on loving you.
Rukawa Sakura sat in front of the window and looked at the sky.
Ren Feng turned the page and smiled faintly.
She walked to the desk, organized the translation work she had recently accepted, and sealed it in a bag.
Fortunately, she knew three languages, and was proficient in Chinese and Japanese. She had learned English for two lifetimes, and now that she was in the United States, it was not a problem for her to speak, communicate, and read in English, so it was easy to find a translation job.
Her family was not short of money, or rather, they were very rich — that was not a problem.
Her grandfather's inheritance was inherited by her and Kaede Rukawa, and the control of the Edwin family's property was also in her hands. A long time ago, her parents would send her and Kaede Rukawa a large sum of money every month, and until now, her father had not stopped. Rukawa Sakura was very careful with her money, so there was still a lot of money left.
Rukawa Sakura had always been writing books, and she had also earned a lot of money. Later, she continued to take translation jobs, which was also a considerable income.
She was not short of money, but she simply could not stop. After all, she had to manage and take care of this family.
Kaede Rukawa was now one of the starting five in the club, and he gradually earned a considerable income from playing basketball.
If he entered the NBA in the future, it was predicted that his future would be limitless.
Rukawa Sakura wondered if she should give herself a vacation.
After all, she had just finished writing her new book.
She signed a contract for each book she wrote, and when this book was finished and no one urged her to write a new book, she did not want to "work" anymore.
Now, she had finished her translation work.
So, now that she was on vacation, she should take Kobayashi out to play, right?
He usually practiced tennis alone in the club, and there was not much opportunity to play. He must be bored, right?
Rin Rukawa was very well-behaved, and it did not take much effort for Rukawa Sakura to take care of him. Compared to taking care of Kaede Rukawa, it was much easier.
Rukawa Sakura could imagine how boring life was for such a well-behaved child, who usually practiced tennis alone. But the child had never clung to Rukawa Sakura, and always Guigai waited for his sister to take him home after class.
So, well-behaved children needed to be rewarded.
Rukawa Sakura thought so, but Rin Rukawa was calling her downstairs.
"Sister!
Sister Jessica is here! "
Rukawa Sakura came downstairs, and saw Jessica, who was dressed up, rubbing her brother's white and tender face, and ravaging it. She couldn't help being surprised.
— — Why did this girl dress up so beautifully today?
"Sakura!" Jessica's eyes lit up when she saw Rukawa Sakura, and she pounced on her.
"Speak properly, Jessica." Rukawa Sakura was having a headache.
No matter what, this girl was older than her, but why didn't they look the same?
Rin Rukawa looked at his sister innocently, and then he wiped his face and ran away. Sister Jessica was so scary!
It wasn't his fault that he was cute, but she shouldn't ravage his face every time they met!
"Sakura ~ Stay with me ~"
Rukawa Sakura was helpless, looking at the girl who was almost rolling on the ground, "Okay."
Jessica hugged Rukawa Sakura, "You're a good person!
sakura！”
Rukawa Sakura shook her head. Looking at her young friend, she really didn't want to argue with her.
She was such a candid and generous girl, but now she had a boyfriend, and she had to accompany him for the acceptance check?!
Rukawa Sakura really thought that no one would believe her, but it was the truth. This girl was three years older than her, but she was still so innocent and shy in this kind of situation. It was unbelievable.
Did this girl really grow up in such an open place like America?
"Wait for me, I'll change my clothes.
And, I'm worried about Kobayashi at home alone, so I'll send him to the tennis court first. "