In April, at the beginning of the snow in Hokkaido, the girl got on the train leaving home, her delicate fingers slid gently on the window glass, she was a little lonely and a little timid. In April, the cherry blossoms in Tokyo are dense like clouds, rouge-colored petals are falling like rain, lively and noisy. The moving car came from the end of the Cherry Blossom Road. The flowing water of the piano was mixed with the gentle lingering of the flute. The bride dressed in white Wugou took small steps and got into the wedding car under the umbrella held up by her family. The sun is just right, the spring breeze is just right, and the girl's youthful and pink face is like the swirling cherry blossom petals, which hides unknown thoughts.
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