The grudges of the past,
the identity cast aside,
the old friends forgotten,
all arrive on the wind when the peach blossoms bloom.
In the end, when the peach blossoms have fallen,
what was chosen, what was abandoned, and what was done without regret
will all drift away on the wind.
To meet is fate; to meet again may bind you together for a lifetime.
Yes... I'm posting an old unfinished story again... That means I'm really going to finish it this time!!
