Maybe they are only brilliant a few times in their life, but it is earth-shatteringly brilliant. Their souls are so noble. Even if they wither, they still fall gracefully in the shallow grass and dance in the blue sky. I am a butterfly, a butterfly with folded wings. I arrive silently and leave silently. I cannot withstand the test of snow, but I accidentally fall into this enchanting cherry blossom rain. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to this day, I can be as destructive as I want without masks and restrictions.
