The flowers bloom along the road, while the begonias bloom coldly. Years later, he plants a begonia tree and murmurs, “If only you were still here.” One encounter lays bare the absurdity of the world. The smoke of war spreads, shrouding an ancient city of a thousand years. Beneath the vast sky, can they each accept their fate? Can the lifelong peace and happiness they wished for beneath the tree of longing ever come to pass?
Years later, he opens a yellowed painting scroll. Outside the window, the begonias have bloomed and withered through many seasons. Someone asks, “Mr. Han, have you ever regretted anything in your life?”
“Yes. I regret never planting a begonia tree for her.”
