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You're standing under a blooming branch, and pink petals fall on your shoulders — weightless, like silk, soft like a first confession...It seems like the air itself is filled with their scent — sweet and fleeting, like a promise of happiness that you gotta catch...The cherry blossoms only bloom for a few days — but that's what makes it magical: it teaches us to appreciate the moments, 'cause that's what eternity's made of. Do you believe beauty can be perfect in its fleetingness? 🌸