In that year and month, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, the fallen flowers were in full bloom, and their pure white petals were dancing with the wind. Under the tree, a graceful beauty seemed to be caught in the midst of a poppy flower that fascinated people at first glance.
As pure as a cherry blossom, but as deadly as a poppy. If the flowers are in full bloom. How many people fell in love with it.
That graceful dancing posture, beautiful music, mesmerizing eyes, and peerless appearance, why shouldn't people be fascinated by it?