Like it or not, know it or not, it doesn't matter~ As long as you know that you and I are under the same sky, breathing the same air, feeling the warmth of the sun, you are happy... That's enough.
That peach blossom bears witness to our past. The withered yellow leaves tell the plot of the story, the scattered petals write the ending of the story, and the lonely branches are waiting for the story of the coming year.
That spring, the peach blossoms bloomed brilliantly because you were there. Today, the peach blossoms are still bright and beautiful, but are you still there...
