Suddenly looking back, looking at the sea of sakura, the world is pink, I only hope that this flower will never wither.
But the flowers will fall one day. Either blown down by the wind or knocked down by the rain.
Or let nature take its course.
And I only want to fall into the hands of a person who cherishes flowers.
I only hope that he/she can wipe the rain off my body and keep me safe. . .