Cherry Blossoms Fall into Dust

The cherry blossoms are falling, and fate brings us together. You said you would marry me when we meet again. When we meet again, you get married, and the bride is not me. Why brother-in-law, you became my brother-in-law. Is it fate or bad fate, we still meet, but this time, is it still possible for us? Buddha said: Looking back at five hundred lives in the past life is only passing by in this life. I wish to win the heart of a person, hold his hand, and grow old together with him.