It's this confusing white mist again, gradually getting lost in the water vapor, and staying in the same place at a loss...
In a moment, the fog dispersed a little, and a faint outline of the wooden bridge, the faint falling cherry blossoms, and... That faint figure were outlined. A familiar feeling came to my heart, and I couldn't help but want to see what happened. At this moment, the lonely figure moved and turned slowly... Just a little bit, and she couldn't help but open her eyes wide. But just when he was about to meet that person's eyes, he sank into darkness again. The only thing I remember is his fair skin covered with moisture, his ink-like black hair and the light, cold fragrance of cherry blossoms.