Fifteen years later.
The romantic cherry blossoms scattered in the sky.
Every spring presents such beautiful sceneries.
But beauty and sorrow coexist; everything ultimately enters the cycle, with each bloom accompanied by a fall.
Uesugi Sakura stands under the sakura tree, his aged face gazing up at the dancing pink petals above.
He's reminiscing, reminiscing about the past...that somewhat blurred memory.
Sometimes he wonders, what exactly is memory.
Is it the mourning of beauty's passing or the helplessness of never returning to the past...
He doesn't know the answer, nor is he clear about his feelings.
A gust of wind blows by, and the sky instantly takes on a myriad of cherry hues, filling the air with swirling petals.
Uesugi Sakura comes back to his senses, staring ahead.
Noisy tourists, all smiling, stop to capture the thrilling moments.
Every year features such scenes...
