That year, I fell into this gorgeous nightmare and saw peach blossoms blooming all over the mountain.
In the prosperous and troubled times, whose shoulders hold me up to a piece of blue sky. When everything is quiet, I shed tears sadly. I want to believe and be firm, but accidentally I only leave regrets.
The fallen flowers are colorful, whose hair is fluttering and entangled with the petals, and the lonely and cold back is trembling slightly. I want to hug and comfort, but accidentally only leave hurt.
Whose gentleness is the most cruel?
Whose cruelty is the most gentle?
There are peach blossom trees in the peach blossom forest, and there are peach blossom paths under the peach blossom trees.
Peach blossom passers-by pass by each other, and they remember it for thousands of years.
Dream Finale...
PS: This article is re-serialized after deleting the old article. And updated at a turtle speed~~~