What is the flower language of cherry blossoms?

Legend of cherry blossoms: One day, my friend told me a legend about cherry blossoms: in distant Japan, there is a story that there are many Bushido souls under the beautiful cherry trees. Legend has it that cherry blossoms were originally only white, and those warriors who had no ambition chose to end their lives under their favorite cherry trees. The bright red blood slowly seeped into the soil and dyed the petals of cherry blossoms red. The redder the petals of cherry blossoms, the more dead people there are under the tree.

After listening to this, I felt very uncomfortable.

Why is there always something heartbreaking behind every beautiful thing? I feel sad. Frankly speaking, I like the feeling of seeing cherry blossoms on TV, but I don't want to accept such a tragic legend. There are not many beautiful things in the world. Why can't people keep a feeling in their hearts and make her beautiful forever? Why are you so cruel that you don't even want to stay a little? Because of this legend, how innocent are cherry blossoms? How sad are those who cherish her?