I also cherish flowers. I have never touched the branches with my hands. I want to break off the cherry blossoms, but I cherish the flowers and am afraid of breaking the branches. The moon is not the month of the past, and the spring is not the spring of the past. This body has not changed, it is still the same body as before. Worrying, suffering, and raining, the world is in vain.
I have no time to appreciate the beauty of spring, but the flowers are gone.