It's the time of year when cherry blossoms are flying, and a touch of sadness comes.
Standing under the most luxuriant cherry blossom tree and looking into the sea of snow, I can't help but think of a person. How is she? Is she still here?
The dusty memories have been lifted up by longing, and a tantalizing veil has been lifted, but behind that veil is buried a person's loneliness...