That year, I saw her under the pear tree, innocent and with a smile as bright as a flower.
The pear blossoms are blooming beautifully, but they are not as picturesque as her features.
It's a pity that I can only be a crow and watch her secretly.
If, if, you are lucky enough to know her,
No, as long as I can get a pass, I am willing to pay the price with my life.