The catkins were flying, and when I reached out to catch them, I realized that they were not flying catkins, but falling snowflakes. Such a scene reminded those seven people of the beautiful cherry rain, with the flying petals gently falling on her little fingers. At that time, she was just a simple child. When they left with the seven unparalleled weapons on their backs, they never imagined what this child would have to endure in the future. If they knew, they would take her away, forever
Intention: love, friendship and family