Not long ago, the Clan Head said something to me.

"I heard a story once—they say if you catch a falling cherry blossom petal, your love will come true."

I had brushed it off, saying, "My Lord, I can't believe you'd fall for such a superstition."

At dawn, as the sun was rising, I stepped out for a short walk.

The beautifully blooming cherry blossoms caught my eye.

As the wind swayed and brushed past my hair, a single petal fell.

Suddenly remembering the story the Clan Head told me, I unconsciously ran to catch it.

Among the falling petals, my hand cut through the empty air.

Just as I was feeling disappointed at not catching a single one,