Peach Blossoms Do Not Survive the Cold

The peach blossoms in Hanya Mountain bloom every year, but they never seem to meet anyone. When the wind blows, peach blossoms fill the sky like snow, lingering in the air, as if they are dreams floating from a distant time, falling gently and disappearing into the silence of the mountains. "Do you... Remember?" He whispered to himself, his voice carried away by the wind, as if even the air was unwilling to respond. As time goes by, nothing in the mountain has changed. He is the only one standing under this peaceful peach blossom tree, guarding the past that is no longer accessible. The aroma of peach blossoms gently brushed his face, seeming to remind him of something, but it was vague, like a memory smeared by time.