When love turns into infatuation, when thoughts turn into memories, I don't know if you will remember the words I said I love you under the apricot blossom tree thousands of years ago when Emperor Dihua was still just Emperor Hua.
Dihua, Dihua, I am willing to exchange the pain of all my lifetimes for this lifetime of love.
How could the flower-centered species from ten thousand years ago suddenly and unswervingly change its shape? Is the great enlightenment that comes after a moment of heartache or is it just a flash in the pan that lasts ten thousand years? Maybe only you, me and she know the answer.