If time could come back, I would still say: "I love you."
And you, will you regret it?
A belated peach blossom relationship, a love-at-first-sight promise under the peach blossom tree, and an unchanging oath to protect each other for the rest of his life.
When all the good things are broken and only the falling peach blossoms are left, will the peach blossoms gather or scatter?
A rain of peach blossoms, recalling mortal calamities in dreams. Once the peach blossoms are gone, people are mourning. In the mist, where can I remember the bright moon?