Quiet, on this starless spring night. Every bit is unrealistically soft, and even the footsteps are strangely peaceful and quiet. You gently open your eyes, and look at this spring world with surprise and shyness, this world that you have dreamed of for three lives.
First, she quietly poked her head out, and the timid, pale pink petals covered the branches, interspersed with traces of tender green, a bit shy in the face of spring. There is a spring breeze passing by, and you can't help but tremble slightly. You want to dodge but are unwilling to leave. You are indescribably shy. You are obviously very young, but you are also strangely tender.
Spring has a unique charm. The grass grows and the birds fly and the flowers bloom, but you are not conspicuous among them. But it finally bloomed, quietly blooming. It has no bright colors and no unique fragrance. It is so simple and unpretentious in this colorful spring. The eyes of spring probably cannot see you. Unexpectedly, you suddenly bloomed. It was just a sleeve of the night wind. You had taken advantage of the gentle east wind and supported thousands of white flowers. Soon they formed a cluster of five or six flowers, and they gathered together to form a ball, fluffy and round. Round, densely packed together on the branches. Large swaths of petals are swaying gently on the branches, like a piece of smoke, like a fantasy in a dream, so beautiful that it is suffocating.
All of a sudden, the breeze is blowing, the drizzle is kissing, the bees and butterflies are swarming, all the excitement happens at the same time, but you still don’t care, just keep driving, one roll after another, one after another, layer upon layer, one after another, for fear of not being surprised, for fear of not being surprised. The heart is opened enthusiastically and unrestrainedly, regardless of everything, as if there is no tomorrow, it is released and gives everything. Spring - have you seen it?
There is a girl standing under you, lingering and elegant, and with your fragrance, she raises her full eyes, her lustful expression is obvious, as if she is secretly in love with a favorite person, obsessed and intoxicated, the continuous and graceful sunshine, It pours softly on the girl and you, indescribable lingering.
Love in the world is probably the same. Your extremely pretty face turned to her. After your eyes met, there was a sense of connection. The girl released her hand and held your shy cheek. Her affectionate breathing revealed too many secrets about her. Can you hear her affectionate confession to you?
Hush, don't talk. You waved your hands gently in the spring breeze, dancing gracefully and dispersing the delicate fragrance. That joyful dance was your happy answer, and your crimson smile wrote too much of your thoughts: You are here, you are Fall in love, this illusory and dream-like love, you are in full bloom.
You are blooming so enthusiastically, you are blooming so brightly, even if this is a fruitless dream, you are still blooming and blooming, till you are in full bloom, and you are blooming till you are as brilliant as you can be. You know, after these few days, spring has passed. If you don’t see it, you have to wait until next year. If you don’t see it next year, maybe, maybe you have to wait for a lifetime. This beautiful thing, you are Come with the heart to die.
The woman admiring the cherry blossoms walks through your gentle dance, as if she is on a journey from the past life. Her eyes are obsessed, her figure is graceful, and her unswerving steps are your traction in several lives, and I remember them again. Love for several lifetimes. Could that boy in the dream be smiling at her at the end of the forest?
You sang with all your might, over and over again in the spring chorus, I'm here, I've been here.
So enthusiastic, so devoted!
This spring performance would be so lonely without you.
But eventually, it will wither. Such a beautiful flower, such a beautiful you, cannot retain those fleeting years. The gentle breeze carries the rain and hits your delicate and helpless body. Even though you are reluctant to let go, you have to leave with the wind, spinning in the air like flying snow and falling to the dust. Once upon a time, the flower stamens rolled like clouds, layer upon layer, as if the entire sky was dyed pink and white. They never wanted to wither, but in the blink of an eye, the clouds and brocades were everywhere, and pieces of red fell. A tear fell quietly from the petals...
In a short life, when you are deeply in love, you will use up all the beauty of your life, blooming with beauty, and indescribable joy and enthusiasm; when the love has passed, you will leave the tree trunk with the wind, and the fallen flowers will be elegant and calm, and your grace will be extremely sad... even if it flows Tears fell on the ground, but I still kept my eyes open, waking up one by one: Goodbye, next spring, goodbye!
Probably, there is no regret. You have been here for this love affair with spring. Without your arrival, spring would be so lonely. Just like life, how boring it would be without such a vigorous love.
Your name is Sakura, the cherry blossom of love!