The gorgeous cherry blossoms of the Heian Dynasty.
He, she.
A sudden political dispute, a sudden annihilation of the family.
She disappeared.
He searched for five years. Unsuccessful.
When the two met again, her status was no longer as noble as before, but her pride was still there.
He asked to stay, but she refused.
"Unless I can kill him now."
"You can't, just trust me."
The cherry blossoms are still blooming. The swaying petals buried her face.
Buried his heart.