Haute Couture Silk Cherry Blossoms, True Silk Open-Flame Hot-Iron Craftsmanship, Traditional French Flower Making, Collectible.

The gentle chill of early spring, a dream awakening. Treading mountain paths in search of floral shadows. Believing the highest branches would first blush with dawn, Unknowing the low valleys already held sweet fragrances. A gentle breeze, and crimson clouds arise. Warm sunlight coaxes flowers to bloom silently. Yet, all things eventually return to stillness, Fallen petals leaving the trees are not without feeling. Though the blooming season fades and scatters with the wind, Refusing to let the east wind send away the morning blossoms. A single thought of craftsmanship keeps spring eternal, Cherry blossoms lingering forever by my window screen. Should beauty be kept only for oneself? Gifting flowers, conveying feelings, wishing to be understood together. May the place where flowers fill my sleeves, Not betray this moment's affection for the world. In Search of Cherry Blossoms As the cherry blossom season begins, I thought the blossoms on the mountain would open first, but I didn't realize the cherry blossoms on the hillsides had already quietly bloomed. Cherry blossoms signal the arrival of spring, and spring is here. Warm sunlight gently brushes, flower shadows linger. However, all things eventually move towards disappearance. How should I cherish this fleeting beauty? Let me capture this moment in my hands, Sculpting a flower from spring, To keep it by my side. Beauty should not be admired alone. I wish to gift this flower to a destined soul, Hoping more souls will be moved by it, And feel the tenderness of life amidst the blossoming and falling of flowers.