That rainy night with cherry blossoms, that tall and thin figure, that short black hair, those beautiful eyes, and those gentle words disturbed the heart of a miko.
The soft wind danced her black hair, and she looked back and smiled. The rain of flowers all over the sky and the faint sweetness have never been seen before. I have never seen this heart-strings-trembling moment.
Have you ever seen siblings who don't quarrel? I really envy you and that guy Jing, they are noisy every day. However, even though Sister Jing is always gentle and gentle to me, always cares about me, and occasionally repairs me, but never quarrels with me like a real sister, I still like her very much. Sister Jing is very important to me, like everything to me. Without her, there would be no me.
This is the real me, this is the real you. Can we accept this kind of me and this kind of you? Can you forgive me? Don't be stupid, we should be like Yoko said, we should be fighting to the death.