The month before the cherry blossoms fell all over the stairs, they looked like melancholy leaning against a smoked cage on a bed. Much like last year today, the hatred is still the same. ——"Xie Xin'en"
When cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the petals flying all over the sky render the world into a pale pink, bringing you reverie, but it is so unreal, as if it is close in front of you, but like fog, you can never see through it or catch it. The petals rolled up by the wind, I am willing to give up everything and go with the wind, dancing lightly with them, so lingering. The wind stopped, and the old dreams of the mortal world became empty, leaving only broken petals on the ground and a withered heart.