Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Falling cherry blossoms, in the end, are nothing. Love is clear, hatred is bitter. Gazing across the distant horizon, the heart breaks.
She searched for him through three lifetimes, only to find that he still remembered, remembered that she had loved him. That was enough. She wanted to forget, but her heart was held fast. She has a lock on her heart that cannot be opened, and he is the key. That means her heart will never open again.
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