Does the first meeting under the pear tree foreshadow the future attachment?
The white clothes are like snow, dancing together in the flower forest, but they have become the phantom of yesterday.
The fragrance of pear blossoms fills the world with its fragrance, but only a trace of fragrance remains.
Eventually the flowers fade and bloom, and people come and go.
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