In the spring when I was 17 years old, it was the time when the pear blossoms were blooming.
The melancholy girl met her own "sun" and unknowingly fell in love with the warmth when she was wrapped in the sun.
As everyone knows, this ray of sunshine shines brightly because of her.
Until she became ill later, the sun still shone on her, but she could no longer feel the warmth.
But she was still glad that she had been illuminated by that "sun".
Later, when the pear blossoms bloomed, the young man walked toward it with white pear blossoms in his hands.
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