Beneath the cherry trees, a faint whisper drifts in the wind.
The petals fall and linger in the air for a long time, before finally drifting helplessly to the ground and turning to dust.
When the cherry blossoms are gone, all that remains is loneliness.
All that former splendor had long since faded with the falling petals.
The cherry blossoms bloom in profusion for ten days. Who would begrudge circling them a thousand times a day? Last night's wind and rain cruelly battered them. Who can tell the heavens and the world of this sorrow?
How can I bear to watch their lovely bones be buried in foreign sands? My tears fall in vain, deep within my heart. Let this affection become a memory for years to come; the springtime in my heart has already turned to ash.
Flowers dance with people, while the tipsy dance with flowers in the wind.
It was a whisper between two youths, and yet it seemed like a promise.
Who would dare shatter this beautiful scene?
[The original title was The Prince of Tennis: Cherry Blossom Promise. A Xi dug this hole when she was young. Later, she abandoned it irresponsibly = = I reread it recently. The concept is pretty good, but some parts are childish and contradictory. My writing was also quite immature back then. I've gone back and rewritten it, so quite a few parts will be changed. If you're interested, you can search for the original story on Jinjiang. Just don't flame me, okay? 233]
