The first blossom, the last breath, He opened his eyes to greet the death. Her blue eyes know no more pain, five years is all it took to keep him sane. The snow had stopped, but not for him, for his blossom was always growing dim. He hid away, running in fear, not opening his eyes, to make things clear. The girl, a painful reminder. He wished to treat her kinder. But the last petal fell victim to sickness, and with that his heart grew sick as well.