When the plum blossoms bloomed for the first time, she resolutely threw herself into the water. From then on, she lost sight of him, his image faint as smoke yet etched deeply in her heart.
When the plum blossoms bloomed a second time, beneath the magnolia tree, she asked, "Why does the magnolia have no heart?" He merely replied, "Love. Love to the utmost, and you lose your heart."
The second blooming of the plum blossoms: four simple words, yet they brought a lifetime of twists and turns for her, and endless waiting for him. In two lifetimes, they collided in the same person's hands. From then on, they stayed together for life and never let go. Through the fragrance of gardenias and past the heartless magnolia, they laughed and scolded as they pleased, asking only to hold on to a little purity and gaze at each other from opposite shores.
Isn't this great? Why is no one watching?