In his previous life, he protected and cherished her, but would not marry her. In despair, she leapt from the city tower, her blood staining the peach blossoms.
In his next life, he met her in a museum. When they saw the keepsake again, the two resumed their former connection.
Is all the splendor before them really just a dream?
Splendor makes one forget the past, but in the end, it all comes to nothing.
