我曾经听过一个关于流星的故事，那是一个男孩对我讲述的，他用那颗流星来表达他的爱情。每个故事都有其缘起，男孩和女孩的故事也是这样开始的，他们在学校相遇，成为同学，并且坐到一起。他们很快就 became very good friends, and they were very happy together. Although the girl wasn't beautiful in a traditional sense, she was kind and had a beautiful heart.

The boy always wished to give her a bouquet of beautiful lilies on her birthday. He waited for that day for half a year, and finally, he bought a bunch of lilies with dew drops at dawn on the day of her birthday. In the moonlight under the flowers, he presented them to her with great emotion. However, his courage failed him when it came time to act; he put the flowers back without giving them to her until she disappeared from sight.

He promised himself that he would do it tomorrow but found himself saying the same thing again and again. The boy waited for that moment forever but never got another chance.

But life is not like fairy tales; fate can be cruel sometimes. One day while walking home from school, the girl's life was tragically cut short by city traffic before she could receive those flowers from him.

That night there were no stars or moonlight; only darkness filled his soul as he sat outside her hospital room door holding onto those wilted lilies feeling cold and alone. He clung onto childhood stories told by his grandmother about making wishes upon shooting stars believing they would come true one day.

As I heard this story from him in person I felt deep sadness within my own heart because I knew how much love went unexpressed between two people who shared such precious memories together now lost forever...