The Shinsengumi Rebellion

Cherry blossoms scatter; life slips away. Before my eyes, I see an experience from a distant age, as fleeting as a reflection of flowers in water;

The blue sky stretches above. When I look back, the stars have long since shifted. Where are the people now?

In the buried river of history, they have become memories.

Who is she?

She is no one. She is merely an insignificant existence.

Her beauty has faded, her youth is gone. Her pale eyes gaze up at the pink blossoms drifting down. Whose shadow is beneath that tree?

I can’t see clearly. I can’t see through it.

This is nothing more than a clichéd, melodramatic short story. The story itself is wish fulfillment, a romance, and utterly vulgar. If you don’t like it, just ignore it.

As for the title... I don’t know what to call it. It all seemed rather jumbled, so I chose the word “Jumbled.”

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