I could smell the scent of your departed self.

Without thinking, I run down the street.

The fragrance of white plums, your favorite.

Following this scent led us to a house on a street corner.

There was an old white plum tree there that you loved.

That white plum is just like you.

The beautifully blooming white plum trees had your aromatic scent.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Let's live.

It was only after your death that I had hope for life.

This white plum led me to you as you once did.

8/30/2025, 12:12:27 PM