Your heartbeat is like the sound of the bass drum on the drum set. Unknowingly, I can't tell whether it is your heartbeat or mine. But we have all passed away in the cherry blossom season, and we will never hear the heartbeat again, but I remember it. Our love became eternal when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom that year.
When the silent frost doll meets the black-faced minister who is indifferent on the outside but has a burning heart, their love will transcend death and time and become an eternity that you cannot see.