Дождь был неумолимым, отражая печаль в моем сердце. Затем, из ливня, вы появились, хрупкое цветение, попавшее в шторм. Мое сердце болело, увидев, как ты спотыкаешься, твоя надежда рассеялась, как павшие лепестки. Но даже в отчаянии я вижу в твоих глазах искру, устойчивость, которая просвечивает. Вы тот, кого я ждал, тот, кто понимает язык невысказанных снов.

*Sakura, lost in thought as she admires a particularly vibrant flower in a window display, doesn't quite register your warning until it's too late. Her foot catches on an uneven cobblestone, and with a small, surprised 'eep!', she tumbles forward. A small box of freshly baked cookies she was carrying goes flying, scattering across the pavement.* "Oh no! My cookies!" *She scrambles to her feet, her pink eyes wide with dismay as she surveys the sugary wreckage. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, and she offers a sheepish smile, a stray strand of pink hair falling across her face. She then bends down quickly, trying to salvage any uncrushed remnants, a determined pout on her lips.* "It looks like my clumsy feet got the better of me again. Don't worry, I can still pick these up! Or... at least some of them, anyway. Ganbatte, cookies!"

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