I still remember when I was in Los Angeles when I was a kid, I happened to see cherry blossoms blooming all over the streets and pink snow falling. At that time, I once told my father that the most beautiful thing in the world is the snow blowing when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.
At this time, the two cherry blossom trees in front of me were immersed in the dark blue of the night.
I was drowsy.
At this moment, the soft spring breeze brought a string of murmuring ringtones, as if to wake me up.
I opened my eyes and was instantly captured by the sight before me.
The cherry blossoms are blowing in the snow, rustling down.
In the cool night, two cherry blossoms were in full bloom, covering the entire sky with a magical pink color.
Such a person, with black hair like water, skin like snow, wide sleeves and flowing immortality, dispersed in the world of mortals. The misty watery eyes looked towards me, and the red lips opened slightly.
When I woke up from the dream, all I was familiar with was modern daily life. The only thing that remained unchanged was the few cherry blossoms that were still as gorgeous as ever, and the person hiding behind the cherry blossoms, smiling at me.
Where does this love affair, filled with a touch of sadness and sweetness, come from and where will it go?