Preface
Cherry blossoms are fleeting, drifting and scattered. They are only gorgeous for a moment, and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. However, they leave deep imprints, branded under the tree, branded in the palm of the hand, and branded in the depths of the soul.
The spring, drops of sweet liquid, the wind, gently caressing, the rain, gently eroding, the heart, gently indulged, began to purify, began to pass, began to rest, wait, moisturized again, warmed again, softened again.
After all the rain, the cherry blossoms remain, fall, spring, dye, and pass away.
The delusion is untied, this bond is silent and quiet.
Sakura, spring, cherry blossom, flower spring, cherry blossom spring.
Float. Pass away. Sad?
Ask, eternity?
Ask the world, what is love?