The cherry tree danced lightly and fell into the palm of my hand. Being as white as jade is just an accident.
In the early summer of that year, the sun was very warm, the sky was blue, the clouds were rolling, and the breeze was gentle and not dry.
An upright young man, his love is just beginning, hazy, the young man enters the curtain, and is drunk for a whole season and half his life.
It is said that if a person inadvertently stops and looks back, one person or a city will fall. That one glance, thousands of miles of stars, hundreds of miles of waves, couldn't match it.
Under the cherry tree, a young man in white clothes stood in a posture of war, full of energy.
Looking back, I saw a woman in a white dress, looking like a white cherry fairy.
What a coincidence.
Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you.
Intention: No one will always be waiting for you. If you miss it, you will really miss it.