Both [romance] and [friendship] have slipped through my fingertips.
I laugh at myself in the mirror, a woman who’ll grow old and spend the rest of her life like this.
I don’t care if it’s all fake, because the woman could turn it into [eternity].
I yearn for it.
The proof that I am [needed] by someone…
I heard that my mother was quite skilled as a gardener.
Before her death, she spent a lot of time doing landscaping work alongside her shrine maiden duties.
We don’t look alike at all, but I realize that her [blood] flows in me all the same.
Right then, what kind of [plants] shall I grow?
It is obviously my duty to revive this barren [garden]!