My Ghost and My Sword

I died here, watching countless stars twinkling and extinguishing, just waiting for the coming spring to awaken my soul and let the spring breeze bring flowers all over the sky to cover my remains. And when you stand in front of me, with spring-like features on your face, and say you want to pay homage to my heroic soul, I will become the ghost that helps you become a god, and the blade that kills enemies.