Who can possibly fail to be drawn to the soft allure of the Sakura trees? In every moment spent observing the falling pinkish petals dance amidst the gentle breeze, I experience a brief eternity.
To follow your heart, they say, is easy. But what can you do, if your heart consists of all these falling petals that move in erratic directions at the same moment? Which petal do I follow? If only every single petal could be commanded to fall in the exact same way!
Yet paying attention to the clumps of fallen petals beside my feet, I am reminded - the dust is bound to settle; none escapes gravity.
I can’t bear seeing these petals remain scattered, so I collect them in my dreams. In a drawer that shall never be locked but remains closed for now, they occupy a special spot - in which they shall never wither.
