Her life bloomed like a rose, but it brought endless bitterness... From a peasant orphan to a famous maiko in Kyoto, and then to the last princess of the previous dynasty. Her fate is like falling flowers floating on the gurgling water, and she can never predict the future direction.
Living in a crack, there is always a corner in her heart hiding a love that may never be fulfilled. Like a dream, when all the inevitable tragedies are staged one after another, when wisdom and patience gradually surpass beauty and become increasingly prominent, will the lovebirds come? Will the figure that has been called a thousand times in dreams appear in the place where the flowers have fallen? She has been standing alone, waiting...