Life is always staged with tragedies
Like the cries of fish and birds
The beating heart under the cherry blossom tree
With the falling flying red, there is no sound
What is she? ! His own mother had cruelly sold her. Is the so-called displacement a fate? Or is it another chance given to her by fate? The cherry blossoms flying all over the sky carried a bitter fragrance. The prince under the tree stretched out his hand and his pupils were clear. Can I take her to the long-lost dance? Is the only way to remember her is to die?