C276 The Apricot Flower Waiting for a Millennium

When she fell under the almond tree — he felt he was bleeding.

Boiling blood bubbled out from his chest.

When he touched it with his hand, it was hot tears.

Endless hot tears, blood flowing out of the eye sockets.

Only now did he understand why he liked apricot flowers so much.

It was as if he was waiting for a promise from a thousand years ago.

For a solemn and ancient promise