There is an indescribable beauty in the cherry blossom season. It is redder than the fallen cherries, and turns from green to yellow than the bananas. It should obviously be a sign of desolation, but the street market and the boy you encounter by chance are fascinating in a certain moment. I waited for a young man in the dusk. He once walked across rugged mountains for a river and lake, but he was able to come to me with a peach blossom after the tide receded. How can we speak clearly in the future... The stories are still lingering on the storyteller's case, but the words about memories are becoming clearer. When the cherry blossoms fall, the wind blows and the lovesickness becomes even more apparent.
After going through the dust, I can find out from your memory that you moved to the city three times. The first time, you were safe and sound, the second time, your soul returned to a foreign country, the third time...
Intention: I don't know the origin of love, but I am deeply in love with you.