Twin flowers bloom, and the past appears in a dream. It is neither growing old together nor going to the underworld side by side. One of us lives and one of us dies: the greatest punishment I could give you. By the time you come to your senses, fall in love with me again, and wish to give me your whole life once more, I will have left you with your memories, to punish you with a lifetime of love that came too late.
Why can you never figure out what you want? Why must we always love and hurt each other? Why are you missing from my journey through this fleeting life? The blooming flowers cannot give us the answer, because it has always been in our hearts. I still love you. That is the best answer.
