The crossing with flower blossoming

     It is time for the flower to blossom, which reminds me of the friends missing a lot. The memories feel fresh when touching the beat of my heart. In my best time, standing at the slope crossing with the reddish and golden sunset, I felt the affection scratching my heart. Hardly will I care what the youth have brought as well as it left. 
      As the time flow into the sea, we finally turn around and walk separately. Never will we have a port to stay together eternally, but there always exists a crossing I cherish most with flowers blossoming, just as magnificent as our friendship, existing the friends I valued most.   
      Perhaps not so many things are worthy of being  remembered, at least the period of memories are impressive enough to recall, no matter you, in the distance, have the same feelings. We share the obstacles on the way of growing up. And the moment I write down the song you have ever sung, it seems as we go back to that time we spend together with laughter.    
      At least, I have the crossing with flower blossoming in my head, accompanying by my best friends. Flowers bloom and wither. Sun rises and sets. Sometimes we are happy, sometimes we are lonely. But I really appreciate it that we had spent so many moment together.

     Just timing how long we haven’t seen, just picturing what you looks like, just dreaming to meet you at some time some place.   
     Get the days, feel the touching, activate the memories, and cheers for eternal friendship.   
     End up with three more words, I love you.