He smiled, a bright trace of sadness. The sky and the earth were stunned by it. The flying cherry blossoms were intoxicated. The white clothes were flying. That corner just covered the sadness. So, there was only laughter, a bright and beautiful smile, and everything else was crazy for it. He smiled wildly in admiration, and then gently hooked the man's neck in front of him. His long and delicate knuckles were slightly white, and he exhaled: "I'm sorry." It was strangely curved, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, dripping to the ground in a moment of sadness and despair. A shooting star streaked across the night sky.