Cool Pear Blossoms

A branch of pear blossoms, wet with spring rain; things are still the same, but people and feelings have changed. A fine drizzle brushed past, and the pear blossoms wept with dew, as if they had drunk from a clear spring. The blossoms are so endearing and beloved when rain-wet because they carry a sadness that belongs to the flowers. Simply put, this is the tear-stained history of a pear blossom spirit... P.S. I wrote this during my second year of high school, when I was young and full of angst. After thinking it over, I decided it was time to let it see the light... A little memorial to the youth that's soon to be behind me... Please visit my profile A little work~~ Please support it~~ P.S. Thanks so much to Miaobu's art shop for the cover... I'm incredibly grateful!!! Theme: