The pink peach blossoms fell gently, danced in the air, tossed and turned, and finally hit the ground.
There was no sound at all.
It's like the petals never fell, like the flower never existed
The flowers fall silently, and the wind passes without leaving a trace. Only a touch of melancholy and a touch of sadness remain
A short story that Taozi used to practice her skills. I don't like to get into it by mistake. After I finished writing it, I started to feel sad...