Sakura Snow Festival

Looking at the cherry blossoms floating in the sky. In a daze, she seemed to have returned to Qingyuan Palace three hundred years ago. Tears slid down, as cold as his hands. She took out the cherry blossom hairpin from her arms and wanted to wear it on her head. But a gust of wind blew by, and even it turned into a red cherry blossom and drifted away. After all, he couldn't watch this Sakura Snow Festival with her any longer.