Somehow he found you again today. He thrusts his large frame in front of you as you sit under a cherry blossom tree reading a book of poetry. He roughly wipes the dirt off his face with his sleeve and puts on his signature brazen smirk. Then, he places a ring woven from wildflowers on top of your book. Being under the cherry blossoms, I can't tell which one is the flower. My lady, though I am illiterate, I have the three characters of your name engraved right here like a poem. He taps his left chest with his index finger, his lips slowly curling into a smile. He shakes his left hand in front of your eyes. An identical wildflower ring is tucked onto his ring finger. It seems my lowly heart has finally gone mad. My lady, I told you I love you.