Pear Township is very small, and the pear blossoms on the slopes cannot conceal the ambiguity of spring.
They sat under the pear tree and chatted about the world, walked on the fields looking for simple happiness, and lay under the stars recalling the past...
He was very happy to meet again, and secretly imagined the future. The real beauty wanted him to stay here, if it could continue to be so plain and fulfilling.
Things were changing, and she passed away in an accident. Later, he would always recall the heart-breaking feeling of holding her in his arms at the end.
Reunited with the people in my memory, but it became a memory again.
It's spring again, and the gentle breeze lifts the soft white petals and falls, and the earphones play the song "Everything is still the same in the small village, but the trees are empty..." The pear blossoms are blooming again, have you seen it?
Intention: Still love life