Step by step, we get closer to each other, just to remember bits and pieces of the past. The vows made were erased from memory. The haggardness at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are traces left by the years. The earth-shattering love lasts until death. Under the cherry blossom tree, when we look at each other, we know it is you who has been waiting for us for thousands of years. Will the seeds we planted that year still bloom?