She has forgotten who she is, but there is a voice in her heart telling her to wait for someone, someone who seems familiar but whose memory is vague. She was dressed in pink clothes, with long tassels hanging down her waist, and a hint of sadness between her brows. She stood quietly under the cherry tree, with the petals scattered, staring at the cherry blossoms. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. What a beautiful flower, but it's a pity that it only blooms for one spring. Picking up a petal of a fallen flower, there is still a faint fragrance left. The flower has fallen away, leaving only the residual fragrance.