Beneath the bough of a cherry tree a child is conceived and, within a year lies buried beneath the same tree. She weeps at the grave – heartbroken – while cherry blossoms rain down as tears on the scene. He struggles – she turns away – he pleads – she says she will let him know when she is ready to live again.
Life continues. Time flows around all, even those who are reluctant to accept this fact, who struggle to hold on to the past.
Far away he rests beside a flowing river wending from orchard to sea. In his hand, a letter. He opens it – the envelope releases cherry blossoms falling as tears to the ground.
It is time to go home.