[ It symbolizes faithful love and wisdom ] 

- Iris -

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I hate spring.

It was impossible for me to be at peace with the noise around me.

I hate summers.

It made it impossible for me to swallow the false bitterness of my father and mother.

I like autumn.

It is a mixture of calm cold and mild heat.

I hate winter.

It's a place to store painful memories.

That's it from when I met her.

For me...

Winter is no longer obnoxious, but what I want is to expect it to come faster and move faster.

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December 7, 2011.

That year, winter came quite early, making me hate it even more bitterly but unfortunately there was nothing I could do.I'm not a child of the weather who has the right to control as I want.

Entering tea coffee, a water bar that followed me in the second grade when I was bored with life and went here to feel delicious glasses of water or enjoy bitter black tea mixed with a sweet and gentle peace with two close friends.

They also hated their families, because being born into a family with only fame was everything so they were depressed.

Always paying attention to achievements and never understand what they want.

Leng keng leng keng!

- Is this the best place?

The doorbell rang, I wouldn't have noticed if this voice had been a little different.

It's as cold as it's not the kind of individual who's cold, it's not like it's fun, it's just a mix of heat and cold like autumn.

Keep your head down and look down on the ground floor.

Looking at the black-haired girl who was spread out wearing a round-dried glasses next to her son who was laughing playfully.

- Yes, I found out about this place because I heard my friends say it.

- Probably.

The girl raised her eyebrows, her hands on her hips, looking at the boy again.

The boy also nodded his head very firmly.

- You have to trust this brother, darling.

Leng keng leng keng!

Leng keng leng keng!

Leng keng leng keng!

The wind blows, the wind chimes hanging from the flying windows jumping together in the cold winter.

How special it was when the breeze blew from her place up towards me, a scent wafting around the tip of my nose that made it hard for me to forget.

The smell of irises, the most unique scent appears in this country. For the first time, the smell of England was here. That scent blends into the bitter cold of the copper season, they touch each wind and then mix together then spread out. An incredible impression in my mind.

A girl with the scent of irises.

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December 8, 2012.

- Can I sit there?

Still at the Tea Coffee water bar, we once again met.But it is not about accompanying friends or that she is accompanied by the so-called younger brother.When they both go alone.

Plz for a few seconds, remove your eyes from the novel book written in Chinese with small and elegant prints along with the hard white pages.

Leng keng leng keng!

Leng keng leng keng!

Leng keng leng keng!

Once again the wind chime blew up, the wind making the hair even more tangled and fluttering with that breeze.Pulled his hair out the back of his ear, looked up at the boy, embarrassed for a few seconds and laughed and said :

- All right!

That's how we met. Also on a windy winter day with an indelible iris scent.

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December 9, 2013.

This one-Perfekt doesn't seem so bad. And I learned that she is the kind of person who loves irises as much as she loves her own pain. At the age of six, her grandfather died, in memory of her always looking up towards the altar with the remains of her late grandfather. The smell of irises has always been on the altar and they have become familiar to the sense of smell of a six-year-old girl. She began to grow up and no flowers that could replace the characteristic scent of irises.

She told me that the smell of irises was just a cover that hid the childish thoughts of the day.

She loves irises in memory of her beloved grandfather.But later on, what haunted me was not the scent but the human smell or rather the smell of emotions. She used the very scent of irises to hide her heartbreak, just wanted to avoid it and take a detour.

Never faced it. One thing she told me added that because her grandfather had previously died had said his and her love had originated from the irises that came out. When I die, it's because of the flowers.

- Her eternal cough is to see their beauty when it appears.

That winter brought me an irresistible sadness.

If all the mistakes are made,

I am used to commit it.

Is it time to regret it now?

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December 10, 2014.

A familiar violin melody echos at Tea Coffee along with the indelible scent in the freezing wind.

But this year winter is late they still have a little issue in late autumn. In autumn the special thing that comes to it is the guava flavor - the end of July and the beginning of August is the scent of ripe guava.In that month the fragrance emanates throughout the space creating a sweet scent along with tiny grains of dew that gently swept up as " intentionally " slowed down through the passage.

But unfortunately the autumn-winter alternating scent is not so strong. They're just a little bit of the issue left every morning blending in with the cloudy wind. Looking at the girl I just wanted to tell him that talking to him was really fun.

I look forward to the years passing so quickly that I can see you. But this year it was weird, watching her play a piece of music I desperately wanted to clap but couldn't because the gaze wasn't a single ray of joy.

Drinking a cup of hot tea opposite him, he didn't know how to say a word to turn this story into another direction for more fun.But for a human being like me, honesty is still the best.

- Do you have anything in your heart?

- It's just...This year my parents didn't come back to me.

Grabbing a glass of hot tea brown with puffs of smoke in the air, spreading out unmistakably into her scent.

They in contrast floated on it for a few seconds and then disappeared without a wait.

I don't know what to do with that situation, because I know I can't do it. What I learned from her was that she loved to cower into her own world, loved to watch raindrops fall on the train, loved to walk alone around the city in cold weather like this.

Enjoying soaking up the bitter east breeze along with raindrops falling in the starry night sky, sitting on a covered stone bench hearing the clear church bells ringing.

That winter.

Just blame each other.

When it is silent, it is quiet.

When you are brave, you are weak and soft.

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December 11, 2015. 

Winter is coming again and it's the one I wish it would be the most. 

Still the same at Tea Coffee. 

Enter the door of the shop where the girl with the scent of irises blends into the cold winter wind. 

She handed me a small sheet of drawing paper cut in half from the A4 paper dedicated to those who like to draw. Inside it is the irises painted in watercolor. 

- Give it to me. 

- Why? 

I asked incomprehensibly, knowing that in my heart it was fun but why give it. 

It would be good to be given on the twelfth.

- Because he met me all the time asking about the scent of irises.

- So what. 

She smiled and looked at me and then reached for the milk coffee, suddenly her gaze on it was filled with sadness.

- She was strangely sad.

- Well, I don't remember the saying.

- I can hear it. 

- ... Is it sweet to add a little coffee sugar? A little more love do we belong together?...

The time at that time seemed to me to stop. Looking at her, suddenly the corners of her mouth were incontinent...

- Life is black coffee, we ourselves are tiny sugar balls.

- You know what? 

- Have heard that.

Black in life bitter heart. 

I wished at the time that I was the one to ease his traumatic bitterness. 

And that winter I knew that... 

Her life is not as beautiful as ever. 

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December 12, 2016. 

" Love, is to die in the heart a little, 

for when to love, but surely to be loved? 

Give a lot. but not much. 

People are subservient, or indifferent, don't know "

- That is the last word, I can say that it is my youth.

- Well, that's it. 

Looking at the watch in my hand, I smiled because the time I had been waiting for was coming. Bring your hand to hers.

- Do you want to come with me to this place?

Looking up for a few seconds, this was the first time someone had asked me to go while only meeting exactly five times. It was six this time, but I felt my heart whispering that I should follow him. Smiling innocently, he reached out and grabbed it and said :

- Okay. 

In a deserted high mountainous life, unique to which there is only a small stone bench with a covered awning, above which it can be said that it is a starry sky. He pulled me to sit on that stone bench.

- This is where I and my two friends come from this fall.

Watching the boy holding two cups of hot tea handed me one. I also happily accepted it. 

- It's great, I first learned of a beautiful place like this.

- So what. 

Looking at the starry sky, suddenly... 

Split product

Split product 

Split product 

Little raindrops fell, hands reaching out from the awnings to receive each raindrop touching the palm. She exclaimed amusedly. 

- Great, this is the feeling I want.

- There was a feeling he would love.

- What is it? 

Turning to look at the boy who was showing an implicit face. It couldn't help but make her hangover and not spare expectations. The boy raised his hand high pointing to the watch that saw the long hand in action. 

Three

Two

One 

Ting tong

Ting tong

Ting tong

The clear wind chime from the church rang, and she looked at him in surprise.

- I've always known that even if I'm not familiar, there will be days when we'll drift away from each other. It was sooner or later, though not as much as his friendship with his brother. But over the course of six years, meeting him exactly one day gradually grew with each passing day over time. On this very day that was my birthday, I wanted to invite you to come and see what I kept for the first time. Hope to share some sadness. 

Time jumped through the may day cells, not knowing if there was cheating on ignoring the empty cells without a few days passing by.

Every year is to see him. 

True only on one day. 

From the seventh of December to the twelfth of December. 

The day I met him was understanding. 

The day meeting him is about understanding each other. 

The day I met him was mournful. 

The day I met him was to look forward to. 

The day I met him was sadness. 

So... 

This last day on my birthday. 

The day meeting him is love. 

- Do you know if those six days can be said to be my birthday.

- ??? 

- The sixth of June is my birthday, so you know, the gift that I'm happiest about is the six days of seeing you.

- Me too.

- The two looked at each other smiling, but looked up at the sky to hear the peaceful fresh sounds in the snowy winter.

- I'm Kỳ Phong Vũ. Kỳ in luck, phong in the wind and vũ in the rain.

My luck is your six-day gift. 

My wind is the fast-moving time that comes to you. 

My rain is the special snowdrops of your birthday. 

Thank you so much...

- And I'm Vương Cao Lãng. 

... Vương Cao Lãng.

The may bell once again rang. 

The wind began to blow again. 

The meteor ran over again. 

The rain was heavy again. 

Winter of sensations. 

Now Vương Cao Lãng I... 

Love winter. 

Winter was the first time I met him. 

Winter is the winds that blow through the color of the irises. 

Winter is that I know my feelings. 

Winter is where I hear his echoing spirit. 

Winter is where I know your feelings. 

And... 

Winter is where I learned that I love you - Kỳ Phong Vũ. 

The daughter with the iris scent where she expresses her true feelings. 

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[ My love is fidelity through the years I've been waiting for ]

- Vương Cao Lãng - 

----Affectionate----

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- Moon - 

L. I. V