I still remember my brother once said that in early March, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and a peach blossom is a life.
At that time, yes, at that time.
The beautiful thing is that young and throbbing love.
This is a calamity, but I am using my life to extend his life.
In the next life, even if you meet me again, don't fall in love with me again.
Because, either you die or I die.