She was a pear tree in front of his home, and she loved him with all her heart.
He was a renowned hero of the martial world. His life was filled with countless tragedies and separations, love and hate, and strange tales and happenings... Yet there was no place for her, the pear tree that had always blossomed in front of his home, the tree that had always loved him.
She abandoned the mortal world just to meet him once as a woman, but in the end, everything had changed.
Her feelings were like the falling pear blossoms. When spring comes next year, will you still be beneath that pear tree?
It's pretty, but a little short.
Good looking! Although I am a fujoshi.