Night shrouded the sky over Edo, and a lonely moon swept away countless heavy things.
I huddled on one side of the street, an ukiyo-e painting depicting the outline of Mount Fuji resting at my feet.
You appeared in front of me with a sharp samurai sword.
Later, I knelt down respectfully in front of the king wearing a bronze mask, but I never thought that the king of annihilation would be you.
Later, you and I stood on the top of Mount Fuji and watched the cherry blossoms fall all over the sky.
However, in this beautiful but illusory scene, I know deeply that it is impossible for a humble geisha to achieve enlightenment with the noble shogun.
A love that happened in the Edo period, a crazy dream filled with broken cherry blossom petals.
Is it to join hands and laugh together to watch the storm? Or is everything in vain and dreams shattered?