A cherry blossom petal fell and landed on your head.
I reached out and picked off the petals that were sitting on your head.
The moment I put my lips on my cheeks that were turning red was indescribable.
It was a thrilling feeling of pleasure from an unspeakable possessiveness.
A white butterfly that happened to be flying by also moved as if to help us.
It circled around us and then flew away.
My heart was so full of the scent of flowers and excitement that I felt like it was going to burst.
Earlier, when I kissed your nape, which was as white as a butterfly, you flinched in surprise.
When I kissed you again on the lips, you opened your eyes under the pink cherry blossoms.
The scent of flowers, the fresh sunlight, and even you, fresher than the sunlight. A spring of bright pink.
I called that bright pink season spring.
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