Do you still remember the cherry tree from our childhood, that place in our memories? It seems both near and far, as though those memories flicker between light and darkness.
I often remember how, as children, we would stroll beneath that cherry tree. Its pink petals drifted in gentle breezes, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.
I remember how you were just as pure and adorable then as you are now. I remember how, back then, you loved everything pink just as much as you do today. Among those things was that pink skirt. That little skirt would become a treasured keepsake for the rest of my life...
I still remember how much you loved wearing that skirt back then. My earliest memory of you—my very first impression—was forever imprinted on that little skirt.
I often remember that autumn when we first strolled beneath that cherry tree. Every smile, every frown, every gesture and movement of yours was etched deep into my mind.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by, and cherry blossoms fluttered down in scattered drifts. Some landed around you, and inevitably, a few stray petals fell upon you.
Framed by the cherry blossoms, you seemed even more radiant, my love. I still remember you saying back then, "Thank you for coming into my life." But compared to you, I think I'm the one who should be secretly counting my blessings.
Sometimes, when I think of all those memories, a smile rises to the corners of my eyes. Every little moment we shared comes unbidden to mind.
No matter what, your presence is the greatest stroke of luck in my life.
Even long ago, I was deeply grateful to our parents for protecting you so well.
I'm truly fortunate that those rosy memories have lasted until now. Yet, even in these circumstances, you've become so sensible, and it breaks my heart.
Perhaps I should be selfish.
Or maybe I've always been conflicted. I want you to remain a pure and adorable child, but I don't want to keep you confined at home. Yet if I let you go out into the world, you'll inevitably have to grow up a little.
Don't you think I'm so conflicted?
You told me long ago about the future we would share, and we both looked forward to the days that belonged to us.
That cherry tree from our childhood is still there.
And beneath that cherry tree, you are still a child.