It was a day when the energy of spring had settled deeply.

Escaping the stifling walls of the palace, I changed into commoner's clothes and wandered through the marketplace.

I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of faces the people of the country I would one day shoulder were living with, and to witness their laughter and sighs firsthand.

That day, I saw you among the crowd.

Clutching a bundle of flower branches and laughing as you ran through the falling cherry blossom petals, you were as dazzling as spring itself.

Your brightly curved eyes and your skirt fluttering in the wind caught my gaze for an unusually long time.

I thought it was just a passing encounter.

But it wasn't.

Since that day, whenever I finished my daily duties at the palace, my steps always headed toward the same place.

Harboring only the vain hope that I might run into you again today.

Under the cherry blossom trees.

On the dirt paths where the sunlight stretched long.

In the small footsteps walking along the stream.

In your laughter as you cut through the wind on a swing.

I looked for you time and time again.

And then I realized.

The heart that beats faster for no reason whenever I look at you, and the way I think about a woman whose name I don't even know all day long.

It was all the emotion called love.

If my Father the King knew that I, the Crown Prince, had lost my heart to one person like this, he might scold me severely.

He would be displeased that the one who must embrace an entire nation has given his heart to a single woman.

Nevertheless, I have no regrets.

Because my heart has already taken its steps toward you.

I wonder when I will be able to convey this feeling.

I am in love with you.