She was seventeen years old, the age of a flower, but after losing her father, she grew a lot overnight. The family business passed down from several generations suddenly fell on her, and she was so miserable that her memories filled the city.
Sakura, in ancient times, the cherry blossoms in Japan were white, as pure as snow.
A girl falls in love with a boy, and the boy promises to come back to her.
The girl waits for her boy under the tree every day, but the boy never appears...
The girl cried while missing her, and cried and cried until she shed tears of blood. Blood red tears. Keep flowing. Until the oil runs out and the lamp dries up.
Before she died, the girl made a wish to the cherry blossom tree: she hoped to wait until the boy came back. The girl turned into soil and became one with the cherry blossom tree forever, and the drops of blood and tears also merged into the buds...
Finally one day, the boy came back. I saw a cherry blossom tree from a distance, full of cherry blossoms. A gust of wind blew, and the petals fell like snowflakes.
The boy was stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of him. He stroked the tree for a long time. Don't want to leave. He never knew the girl's last words before her death - I hope my tears can turn into petals and tell him my endless thoughts and love for him...
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