The sentence describing the cherry blossom forest at night should be beautiful, and the scenery should be written in drops ~ ~

The bright moon hung in the treetops, and the veiled moonlight enveloped the two people embracing each other in the cherry blossom forest. The blooming cherry blossoms fly down, just like an elf dancing, without dyeing all the noise of the world.

White cherry blossoms are like white butterflies, struggling to fly away from the branches, flying in the air, dancing heartily at the end of their lives, as if telling someone their sadness.

In romantic spring, bright cherry blossoms hang all over the branches, the breeze blows, the white petals dance with the wind and fall leisurely, and the white petals are scattered all over the floor.

The wind is blowing, and the rolled-up cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, dreamlike and beautiful, but they are so sad, sad, heartbroken, beautiful and tearful. Who are you mourning for? Who are you crying for?