The sea of pear trees is like a blanket of snow, spring is like winter, and winter reminds you of spring.
It was raining pear blossoms when we first met him, March was in full bloom, and his face was full of pear blossoms and the feeling of spring.
Later, after all, it was inevitable to say goodbye. He stood in the sky full of white snow, no longer smiling as before. He said, no matter how long it takes, I hope you wait for me, because I will find you no matter what.