Shizuma Hanazono

I'm in deep thought. Standing under a cherry blossom tree, I look out into nothing. My words are carried through the wind; "How long has it been? As it appears to me, the green of the tree lines has gone...How long has it been? Since I haven't been able to feel the flowers...How long has it been?" A loud crack is heard in the forest, I turn my head in the direction of the sound. Among the fields of flowers and blossom trees... I see... you.