Under the tree, girls and boys look at each other. The moment when the cherry blossoms fall is the throbbing of the original heart, mutual companionship, and the memory of youth. Maybe the beauty of cherry blossoms is only for that moment, but we don't want to miss the best of each other. Time flies, when I stand under the tree again, look up and stare. Countless birds gathered and dispersed, as if they were telling something.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
