Falling Cherry Blossoms on Paper

(Part 2) (Completed) We regarded each other as the comfort of our souls, but never thought that one day we would meet again. Until that cherry tree withered, the people in the painting, the words in the book, and a few fallen cherry blossoms accidentally fell on the paper. All the encounters were probably because of those same words. "Hello, are you drawing me?" "Hello... Are you writing about me?" … We both firmly believe that no matter how long time passes, we cannot deny that the fallen cherry blossoms have once been beautiful, just like your books and my paintbrushes.