Spring Begonia

This is a story of always missing each other. One is the current prime minister, the other a pearl left behind by the late emperor. They love each other, yet can never stay together.

One is the emperor, the other the most beautiful dancer. They stay together, but they are not in love. Life is always full of imperfections.

Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, all thanks to the spring breeze. That night, when the begonias fell, will forever be the most beautiful memory in my heart.

You never wronged me, but I wronged you;

When the flowers fall, may I touch your resolute face again?

Shall we continue our story in the next life, after this mistaken one?