In the glass jar of the old gardener, three hundred cherry blossoms are sleeping. Every morning, he trims the branches and places the fallen petals into old newspapers, saying that this way, spring will not rot. The girl in the school uniform has been squatting under the trellis for seven days, filling her notebook with anatomical drawings.

"The 317th piece, there is a star-shaped spot in the lower left corner." The old man suddenly speaks. The girl realizes that his withered hand is holding tweezers, arranging the complete flower calyx into the Big Dipper. When a heavy rain suddenly arrives, he lifts the rain cover, and hundreds of specimens glow softly in the glass jar, like powdered snow that has preserved an entire galaxy.

Before leaving, the old man gives her a tin box. At the bottom lies a collection of faded specimens, with the front page featuring cherry blossoms from 1943, the veins marked with brown spots shaped like bullet holes.