The cherry blossoms are merciless. All they do is bloom, reflecting a pink that seems so warm. Who knows how many people have been captivated by their fleeting splendor? In the end, they pause, then resolutely drift down, their beauty breathtaking. More than anything, endless sadness spreads... Tears? People only sigh over how brief the cherry blossoms are, or marvel at their beauty. The sadness lasts only a moment.
The most dazzling dance,
performed by the cherry blossoms,
sets free
sorrow...
I originally wrote this for a forum and am posting it here as well.
This is a tragedy. Read with caution.
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No, I'm going to laugh out loud
Oh my dear~ So the cover was removed and a new picture was made~ Please go to the shop again to get the picture~~
Hope, you are so great~~~~ I fall under your pomegranate skirt again. . . . Worshiping. . . . Top
Then I am the second reader. . By the way, I like that picture~
Yes. . If you wait and wait, some readers will read it. .
I am the first reader! Come on!
There will be people watching, just keep at it!
There are so few Bai Fei!!!! Come on!