Under the spring sunshine in March, the cherry blossoms spread all over the mountains and fields, and the gouache scrolls spread out are so beautiful. He fell into her arms, like a sleeping prince taking a nap in the colorful sunset. The pink petals were falling like light rain, but also like tears with broken threads. Pain and injury were intertwined with regret, and she was almost at a loss what to do.
He left his last smile and said to her: Don't worry, I can't bear to leave you, so if you are willing, wait for me~~.