This is a tragedy that is over.
When I finish crying, I will come to you again. .
So, we met.
I want to become your favorite cherry blossom.
However, separation became the only expression.
There is no way, I have to leave. . . .
When you come back, you are someone else's husband.
How else do you want me to love you?
Miss you so much. . .
I really miss you. . .
It's been 100 years since today.
What kind of expression should we use to meet each other?
As you can see, the white cherry blossoms in your memory.
It's stained with bright red. . . . .