Hundreds of years later, perhaps future generations will recite this sentence with respect - the cherry blossoms fall, the hibiscus blooms, and they are silent only to the rain. Then the younger generations will ask, what on earth are cherry blossoms falling and hibiscus blooming? Just like when they were young, they murmured childishly: the cherry blossoms are falling and the hibiscus is blooming. Then he asked in confusion: What is Sakura Fall? Is it a beautiful and sad woman, a mysterious martial arts, a sect that has not appeared in the world for many years, or just a beautiful scene of withered cherry blossoms?
The cherry blossoms fell and the hibiscus bloomed. Because of a prophecy, they were intertwined with each other. Because of the reincarnation of fate, they struggled hard. The wind is howling, and the past is like smoke. When future generations see the past burned into ashes, they may remember the man who was incomparable in elegance, and the woman who captivated the city with her smile, but they will never be able to see the tears in the ashes - enter the door of my lovesickness and know the pain of my lovesickness. Long lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short lovesickness brings endless longing. If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, it would be as if I didn't know each other at the beginning.